Playing with the Rubik’s cube that is my psyche I have developed an obsessive taste for pop science/psych books. All encompassing: from books on dreams written in the 90’s to emotional intelligence to current best selling self help to sacred feminine to science and atheism to biology and humanism. True confession- I even went to […]

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My honesty is relative to the amount of audience that I think I have. Little to none. Apart from spam. Yet here I am. Still talking. Never fear Mon petit reader, you are still saved from the official duty of my diary. If you think I am all out and over-share, trust me there are […]

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Hi internet! How are you? Long time no over-share. As if I needed less agency and to escape the responsibility and consequences of my choices. What is fate? Today, I went to visit my regular psychic. Regular as in this is my third visit with this particular medium. On one of those trips she suggested […]

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I was at dinner with the friends of my friend and this guy says to me “so what do you do?” I reply “I’m a receptionist” and he says to me “I hear you’re a writer”. I didn’t say it at the time but what I wanted to say was, yeah I used to be. […]

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Then I realised you were dead. A year later and I’m searching through the ‘Non- Denominational’ section of the cemetery, wedged between the bountiful crops of Catholics who have obediently gone forth and multiplied, the system they use to mark the graves is inefficient and it is the worst treasure hunt I have gone on. […]

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Yo. In my absence I have been indulging my own thoughts- not learning much that I already don’t preach about, it is torture. I don’t know why I’ve stopped speaking here. Nightmares are improving- this is a minor gain. There has to be something larger than coincidence at play. I am approaching my dead friend’s […]

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Being good at love is a decision. Sometimes I think that a higher power is trying to talk to me via the Internet. Or maybe Google is the new God. After my social media cleanse I am back to dabbling and it is a waste of my fucking time. Facebook trying to tell me that […]

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I am still obsessed by this idea of forward momentum. I got 2017 on my back like get the fuck away from me and I can’t tell if anything I know is real. I know that I am disappointing myself everyday. Bleak. My darling ex bf (the junkie) used to say that regret in small […]

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