So a month ago I turned 25. Twenty freakin five. I mean what the bajingo....I cannot be 25. I feel about 12 ...at a push. But its true I have been around for 25 years, which my mum kindly pointed out is half way to 50.
Ok in the grand scheme of things 25 is not old , its not old at all. However when your younger you imagine by 25 you've prettty much achieved the goals you've set out for yourself. Your an established, accomplished, self reliant individual.
Erm no. Not at all. Not one bit. Like not even close.
I am 25 and I still haven't mastered the handstand, hoverboards aren't invented, I can't last a night out in heels and probably most annoying of all I haven't transformed into she-ra yet.
So at 25 I've decided to share my non sensical ramblings with the world, or you know the three people I have shamelessly bribed with mars bars to read it. Mainly because my phone bills are getting extortionate due to my messages about feminist rants , raves, objectifying handsome men and videos of baby monkeys riding on pigs and my friends are getting fed up of it. So for my bank balances sake and my friends sanity I'm starting this blog.
From now on shits about to get weird...apologies in advance.
Xxx
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