Stop the clocks, hang up the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone – the end is nigh and the worst has happened. A tragedy even greater than losing me has befallen my ex-boyfriend. And I’m heartbroken - devastated! - at the thought of losing someone so young to such a destructive… Continue reading Ignorance on the dancefloor but you’re never gonna steal my groove (hey hey)
On Wednesday evening, I was hungover. I struggled through a three hour theatrical imagining of the end of capitalism. It was titled, 'It was easy (in the end)' and, truth be told, it wasn't easy at the beginning, middle, or end. At least not to my addled, over-stimulated, sleep-deprived slump of a brain who… Continue reading Friendship is the thing with blossoms
How heartbreak, in all of its mascara-smudged, hyperventilating, caterwauling glory, can actually be the greatest gift the Love of Your Life Except Not Really can ever give you. Here’s my dignity and here’s what I learned.
I carved out a coffin of confinement for myself - of being an ex-girlfriend, of being heartbroken, of being the scorned but righteous lover - anything that protects me from being just a woman.
The heartbreak train has been doing the rounds and I've just about had it up to me bleedin' gills with the sadness. Too many lovely people being unceremoniously discarded by significantly less lovely people. Bereft and left to wonder what they did wrong, which of their crippling insecurities over non-existent inadequacies was the straw that… Continue reading Messages from the Bed
Earnest & Ethereal 