So based on the assumption that we do, indeed, inherit not only some of the physical attributes of our parents, but also, some of the psychological characteristics too, it would be safe to assume that my children would be a complete and utter, shambolic mess of neuroses and intolerances on an immeasurable scale, passed down the PANK line […]
So, having just caught up with this fashion segment about sale bargains (featuring my friend’s fashion company for pregnant women called Heavenly Bump), on popular British daytime show, This Morning; I cast my mind to how I might have fared during pregnancy. What I noticed on the show, apart from the gorgeous dress for mamas, was how bloody beautiful […]
I am prone to extreme exaggeration…… and I quote, “So all consumed am I, by this overwhelming exhaustion “, see Reasons why I don’t have kids #25. (In actual fact, I’m a little tired.) My poor children would have no concept of reality. They would perpetually be ‘starving’, they would be ‘besides themselves with delight’ about […]
I wouldn’t be able to openly display my birthday cards, for fear of the ‘Mummy, what’s a drunken whore?’ questions. And that would be a shame, because they’re really funny……..
Because, this madame would have been greeted by her bags on the doorstep and sent packing to the house of John Inglesino, who represented her in court and is the father of her best friend. Maybe not the best example of teenage parenting………. I concede. #whataspoiltbrat
My perspective on life is a little skewed. Probably (ᵁⁿᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃᵇˡʸ).
I have a really, very unhealthy obsession with men dressed as pirates, which goes so far as to me casually dropping into conversation with one of my students, a professional who recently held a fancy dress party for his partner’s birthday, to next time please theme it as pirates to ensure my attendance. And also, upon seeing my ex […]
I am not very good when I am ill with *little things, like my ‘front head (otherwise known as my face) cold syndrome’. I soldier on and go to work (mainly because I am freelance and have to because I don’t get paid if I don’t), am a martyr to the cause and like to go […]
I’m often smacked off my t*ts on Haribo. And when I’m smacked off my t*ts on Haribo I am out of CONTROL, man. I can’t control my limbs, I see sparks, I can’t control my tongue, I’m unpredictable. I would fight my children for Haribo. I would fight other people’s children for Haribo. And that […]
Because I am Lady Jesus and just look at what happened the first time I was around, walking the Earth and doing goodness to and for all. Anyone connected to me was doubted, chased, persecuted, whipped, killed etc. etc. I could go on….. terrible times. I feel really bad about it. Now, knowing what it’s like to […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 