Hannah writes about why it’s important to deserve to go to bed each night, happy with what you’ve done each day. Continue reading Oh No…My Job Doesn’t Make A Difference.
Mariam realises that being awkward isn’t singularly the problem for low self-esteem, but society and the burdening expectations. Continue reading Oh No…Being Me Is Awkward
Is marriage always the answer? Victoria says it’s not… Continue reading Oh No…I…Don’t?
Stephanie’s used to people putting their finger up her bum. And not in a sexy way either. Continue reading Oh No…There’s Another Finger Up My Bum
Yes, I am a penniless graduate living back at home. The family home. I have failed in life. Well, that’s how I feel. That’s how moving back home was made to seem when I was in my third year at uni – my friends and peers were all so desperate to move out properly, whether that meant staying in our uni city or moving on … Continue reading Oh No…I’ve Moved Back Home
“A group of bloggers on a mission; we embarrass ourselves and write about it, so you don’t have to!” This is the statement taken from the ‘Oh No Not Another Blogger’ Twitter site. The mission is clear, it’s simple, it’s achievable. So far, I don’t feel quite enough humiliation has been exposed so I am now willing to take you back to just under a … Continue reading We Have a Mission
Let me get something straight: I love my mum. Really, I do. I mean, as a teenager, her over-sized, horrendous-patterned cardigans and her pixie cut haircut were awful at the time. But now I find myself stealing those cardigans and wishing she’d cut her shoulder length hair back into her Twiggy-esque cut. It makes me laugh that she uploads a new picture of our dog … Continue reading Oh No…I’m Turning Into My Mother
Usually the catchphrase for confident Kylie Jenner wannabes, towards their adversaries, is “kisses to my haters”. However, I’d like to direct this idiom and dedicate this tirade to my absent – from social media – friends in the form of: “Kisses to the absentees”. I’ve been on social media for a while and my experiences haven’t been so favourable. I pass the time clinging … Continue reading Kisses To The Absentees
Women wank. Shocking, I know, but we do; we have yearnings and desires and fantasies which we are sometimes overcome with and the need to get ours, to be satisfied immediately, and yeah sometimes the only way in which to achieve this magical feeling is to do it our damn selves. No judgement. Here’s the thing: men masturbating is normal. It’s expected. Boys get to … Continue reading Girls Just Want To Have Fun.
Somehow I feel guilty already; I am writing this perfectly factual post about how I found out Santa doesn’t exist and yet I am really struggling because I worry that by writing this I am shattering some kids’ dreams. Having said that, if a primary school kid is reading this here blog, they’ve probably had a lot of truth bombs and adult themes bombard them … Continue reading “You Sit On A Throne of Lies”
1.You walk into Tiger to buy some stationary and walk out with Christmas stickers, pegs, candles, advent calendars and fake snow. 2. Instead of the latest chart topper, you are now word perfect on any song included in your Christmas carol concert. 3. Design Technology projects take a back seat to practice said songs, especially:”The Twelve Days of Christmas” . WHY have my class been … Continue reading 12 Signs You’re a Teacher at Christmas
I am not the mother I want to be…not fully anyway. I think there is a secret code amongst mothers that we must never talk of our failures, or our insecurities; we must never let anyone know we are struggling or how much we just really fucking need a day off. We feel guilty for staying at home/going to work. We have the pressure of … Continue reading My Identity As A Mother