At the end of the day, you finish work and the only thing you want to do is go home, take off your bra and chill the fuck out. What is wrong with that?
Now. Cinderella’s castle is already occupied, and I highly doubt the Queen would let us move into the palace, and I definitely don’t want to end up like the old woman living in the boot. So I guess I better start looking for another house to call my home.
Sex education. Now. Where shall I begin? Not with Hollywood – that’s for sure.
Working your ass off to reach that next milestone on your social media. Posting multiple times a day, liking dozens upon dozens of photos and commenting on every Tom, Dick and Harry’s account just to get your account noticed. It is hard work, and I realised… it doesn’t have to be.
Now. This seems to be a bit of a tough topic when I discuss this with friends and family. But let’s just tackle this one together.