Believe me, paragraphs don't make it any better.
Babes, same.He is absolutely mine. Particularly as Malcolm Tucker. I appreciate this says a *lot* about me.
Omg Tommy perfume! As you said that, I could smell it and was instantly transported to a time of kookai corduroy skirts and crop top vests.Ah the nostalgia! One of my patients uses Impulse body spray and it’s like I’m back to being a teenager every time I see her. My mum used to bring me back a bottle of Tommy Girl perfume whenever she went away too, that was the height of sophistication.
I love Dr Marten’s. I used to stare longingly at the shop in Southend that sold them (I can’t remember the name of it and that will annoy me all day!) as it was near our hang out place of “the clock by the odeon”.
Has she had an irony bypass?
My brother was cat daft when he was wee and still has cats.Ah love love love stories like this. The fact he drew a cat makes it even better haha
Honestly! I'd kind of gone off Jamie for a while there, for a variety of reasons, but his show over lockdown was just such a breath of fresh air, it really felt like he'd invited us into his home / family, and his recipes were actually so, so useful and inspiring, despite (or because of?) being really simple. He also got me really into the frozen aisle (esp frozen spinach, which I don't think I even knew existed before??? But which is so, so, useful and economical. Frozen raspberries too!). My mum's got a huge soft spot for him also, and was nice to talk about nice things / shared enthusiasms on the phone while I couldn't see her.I'm watching again the Jamie Oliver lockdown programmes as I want to make some of the dishes. I feel like I know a bit about JO but I don't know the name of his pets, I've never seen a photo of him lounging half naked on his sideboard or heard him publicly shame Jools. I do know though that he makes lovely tv programmes. The way he cooks and talks is effortless. The ingredients are ready prepared or he can prepare them quickly. He's knowledgeable and so enthusiastic and makes food I want to cook and eat. He has a public persona which he has carefully curated and while he does interact with fans on SM, he keeps his personal life separate. He's not everyones cup of tea but Jack needs to look and take note about how it can be done.
I used to use henna, My hair grew progressively redder and redder until it was virtually luminous. I used to like the smell.I remember body shop henna, you had to spend about five hours sat with this concoction on your head that smelt like horse manure. And the mess!!
She isn't aware as she has never had chemo. It's fucking shit Jack, trust. Why are you so desperate to be ill?Believe me, paragraphs don't make it any better.
She has absolutely no fucking idea.
Jack, in case you are not aware, chemo can totally fuck with your tastebuds. So food you previously thought was yummy has all the appeal of wall paper paste. And of course there is the nausea and the constipation or diarrhoea. It's not just going 'ooh ouchy mouth' like you're a fucking five year old.
You twat.
The smell??? Like dying wet leaves! No no no.I used to use henna, My hair grew progressively redder and redder until it was virtually luminous. I used to like the smell.
And on top of all that, you really can’t be fucked cooking when even walking from your bed to the sofa is a Herculean effort. It took all my strength to even got myself a glass of water and I didn’t even have hardcore chemotherapyBelieve me, paragraphs don't make it any better.
She has absolutely no fucking idea.
Jack, in case you are not aware, chemo can totally fuck with your tastebuds. So food you previously thought was yummy has all the appeal of wall paper paste. And of course there is the nausea and the constipation or diarrhoea. It's not just going 'ooh ouchy mouth' like you're a fucking five year old.
You twat.
Husband plays bass in various local bands. It’s one of the reasons he’s my husband. And the bass amps cluttering up living room also double up as cat beds.My teenage uniform was vest top or band t-shirt, german army shirt, black mini skirt, thick black tights and german paratrooper boots. For winter, I threw an army parka or leather jacket over the top. Oh and a dog choke chain with a padlock on it as jewellery (one horsespunk lasagne to anyone who gets that reference). Occasionally in summer I'd wear old vintage dresses, but always tights and the massive boots like these:
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At 16 (for 6th form) I added some culturally questionable dreadlocks, nose and eyebrow piercings (done with a gun in a dodgy inside-market stall). And used to walk around with my bass guitar 80% of the time.
I laugh heartily at my teenage self, in retrospect.
The result was definitely worth the smell.I used to use henna, My hair grew progressively redder and redder until it was virtually luminous. I used to like the smell.
Agreed and honestly feel for anyone feeling triggered by this, I find it uncomfortable too and I was lucky that mine was surgically removed but am going through a bit of a repeat scare now so don't really want to constantly be thinking about it.She isn't aware as she has never had chemo. It's fucking shit Jack, trust. Why are you so desperate to be ill?
(I do not have cancer BTW it's for my arthritis, and it's a low dose in the grand scheme of things to supplement another immunosuppressant. I am lucky to receive both)
It was a lovely earthy smell, a bit like fresh mud mixed with grass. I'm not selling this well am I?The smell??? Like dying wet leaves! No no no.
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