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So, I start my day by ogling new BareMineral lipsticks online, thanks to my wonderful email system which is stacked with a plethora of "Look! 20% off!" or "Look pretty in pink this sprummer!" emails. Sprummer. What kind of neologism is "sprummer"? It is kooky, so I like it. But, I digress. These naughty emails … Continue reading There’s a Reason They Call it a “Killer Bod”…
Good afternoon young readers on their lunch break. I know that most people trawl the internet whilst they’re munching a collapsed sandwich in one hand, and the computer mouse clasped in the other. Well, here is something else for you to get your teeth into. Now, before you get too excited, I am afraid I’m … Continue reading Being a Journalist is Typing with One Hand Whilst Consuming Coffee with Another
I am at a point in the day where I am at a complete loss for words. Correction, I am at a point in the day where apathy has snuck its head into my being and is metaphorically stitching my mouth shut, so I am unable to verbalise anything anymore. However, with intense insomnia and … Continue reading Hormones and Hot-Topics
Sometimes, I feel rather rebellious. With this rebellion, it is often my purse that is left quaking in fear. It cries, “Sacha! Please! Do not disturb the mothballs that lie within me!” I am sorry, purse. We are going shopping. One of the luxuries of being a woman under stress is that retail therapy is … Continue reading Unleash the Mothballs!
It’s a crisp winter morning. One of which is enticing to a driver, so they can take their car out for its daily “stroll”. Like a dog, a car must be driven to make sure it remains a happy vehicle. Also like a dog, to a petrol-head, it is your best friend. However, when on … Continue reading What Grinds My Gears (The Bad Driver Edition)
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