Day 10 dawned bright and most unfashionably early, and I woke up with a blocked nose, a foggy head, and a dry and slightly stinging sensation in my mouth; all of which indicating that my winter cold is bravely marching on.
What a drag, I thought, oblivious to the fact that, in a few moments’ time, my world was going to be rocked to the core.
Continue reading “I Quit Sugar, Day 10: Still fantasising about yule logs,but there were other things to think about.”
Greetings, Fatshion Hustlers! How have we all been?
I’ve decided it’s time to talk about something that I have been dealing with for a couple of months now. Assuming you have read the title, yes, I am losing my hair. I have been aware of my losing it for a while, but it was officially confirmed a few months ago by a visit to the Belgravia Centre (hair loss specialists in the UK).
But you know what? I’m cool with it.
Continue reading “I’m Going Bald. Fine.”
Chums, Chumettes, and others of assorted Chumliness, I am afraid this will not be a long post. There are a couple I am thinking about, and I will write them. But not tonight. Tonight, I am zonked from a looooong work day and feeling feelings toward my bed right now that can only be described as lustful.
Continue reading “To My Lovely Readers: A Question”