To work on Saturdays is as much fun as peeling peas from their pods is.
At least I am not keeping a countdown anymore.
Are we just the sum total of all our experiences? Maybe...
Being an adult is overrated.
Social work is wrongly been assumed to be glamorous, a badge to pin on your chest and to show your future boss that you care.
It's not just about being positive it's about letting myself feel what I feel.
I might not be the daughter of the year, but I still do love my Mum very much.
I don't know what this weekend has in store for me. Perhaps more boiled rice.
Yes, I am obsessed and I am proud of it.
That's saying something considering when I was five when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I said I wanted to be a patient like being one constituted an actual profession.