It is less than two months until I say goodbye to this shitty grey isle. Knowing this , I have all this new found freedom! The niggling questions that keep you up at night become increasingly irrelevant.
Q: Should I be looking for a more meaningful relationship with people?
A: Fuck that noise. In two month I’ll be sipping Mai Tais on a beach ( I don’t know what a Mai Tai is, or how to spell it. But I wanna sip one)
Q:Should i be spending more money and time on improving my physical appearance and wardrobe?
A: Spoiler Alert! It’s really hot in Thailand so you will have no use for winter clothing. Also if you don’t arrive skinny, you will leave skinny. The physical exercise and exotic food will see to that.
Q: Do I need to be concerned that I can only seem to find wildly inappropriate people to date/fawn over? Should I try harder.
A: Hell to the no! People will only hold you back when you’re trying to decide which elephant to ride.
Q: Would I have better job satisfaction if I studied and put more work into my intensive care nursing career.
A: You have already decided to drop nursing and just do agency work, so you can study sfx and prosthetic makeup. If you need to study, study how to make it look like someone’s got a sword coming out of their head. That shit is like hellah useful.
Q: Am I being insensitive because I am not awkward or embarrassed about the stupid ways I have put myself out there in the last month or so.
A: Erm. You’re going to a group of countries where no one knows anything about you. You could be anything you want! MI5 agent? Maybe. Heir to a moist toilette empire? Quite possibly.
Q: Have my actions been annoying or inconvenient to those who are overly sensitive? Should I apologise for that thing that they did not notice but has got me tweaking out?
A: Do they care? No. If they do really care they can send you a letter. In mother fucking Bali.
And best of all!
Q: Do you think you are a likeable/good/worthy person. Or are you a bit of a cunt?
A: you’re probably a bit of a cunt and a bit of all things sugar and spice. But it’s going to be ever so hard to care when I’m doughnut tubing at 30mph down some river mountain in the blazing sun.
Peace out England.
Ooooooh. That’s what snap chatting with an ex is.
I finally understand the fuss.
Nursing really gets in the way of my alcohol consumption.
Anonymous asked: Who on the gryiffindor quidditch is it that you've slept with? (Please tell!)
Oh no one with a name. Just an extra. Nothing but a blur on the screen. But technically a member of the gryffindor team. Had to ride one of the fake brooms.
Just got asked “Do you always talk this much?” On Grindr.
Well excuse me if conversation gets me hard!