Where To Next?

Looking for jobs is bullshit.  The embellishing your experience and qualities to appear like you are actually qualified and give a shit about the depressing low-level retail hell you are applying for.  The getting dressed up and putting on make-up for a five minute interview where you try to appear like you are a bubbly and enthusiastic people-person.  The soul-crushing feeling of being rejected for a job that is quite obviously beneath you.  I have been lucky enough to endure months of this joy this year as I experienced a drought of employment. And so I have been thinking a lot about the politics of it all; the being overly polite and professional, of giving answers that are practically scripted, of pretending to be this ideal employee. And I thought, wouldn't it be great to just be able to be honest? Like, 'My greatest weakness is getting massive anxiety when it comes to talking to strangers. Ideal for customer service, I know'.  This inspired me t

Amy Schumer. Schumes. One of the hottest comedians in the world right now, and my best friend. Ok, that second part is obviously not true, though I wish it was. I have admired Amy Schumer for awhile now, and after reading her book I feel validated in my (definitely not creepy and stalkerish) feelings. Having had a stage, as well as her own TV show, as a platform to talk about many issues, such as body image, sexism and gun control, Amy has now used her book to discuss these serious issues in more depth. Always with her trademark sense of humour. With such sensible views on gun control that are so eloquently expressed, we can only hope that America listens, but let's be honest, these stubborn, close-minded people are probably unlikely to read views that don't align with their own. That's a topic for another day, but damn it, it's just infuriating. Amy also writes candidly about her dad, who suffers from multiple sclerosis, which would be hard to live with yet alon

Here it is. Your parent's worst nightmare. This is beyond what old people in the fifties worried about when Elvis first came on the scene. They wouldn't have even been able to envision the level of sin and depravity that is depicted in this book. It's dirty, it's disgusting, it's dangerous. It's the very epitome of rock and roll. Think of any possible thing that comes to your mind when you think of the typical rock and roll band, and you will find it in this book. Sex, drugs, music, fights, destruction, tattoos, tours, dysfunctional relationships, rehab, accidents and so very much alcohol. The story was set out well, with each chapter alternating between band members, so that we get each member's individual story as well as different points of view on the same incident. Often necessary considering that some stories are very different depending on whose eyes they're seen through. I wouldn't call myself a fan of Motley Crue, I don't even

Day 3 Last night went pretty well. There was a bit of growling at each other by the end though, so we decided to put Hillary back in the study for the night. At about 3am my husband was awoken by her meowing and scratching at the door so he let her out and both cats proceeded to take it in turns to knock stuff off his bedside table and paw him in the face, while I slept peacefully, oblivious. Today, I was outside hanging some washing and Puss dug his claws into the flywire because he wanted to come out, so I let him out with me. A few minutes later as I opened the door to come inside, Hillary shot past me because she had decided that she would also like to come out. I didn't even see her. I was intending to keep her inside for at least a few days, but she had other ideas.  I stayed out with them for a bit, Puss stayed on the deck watching Hillary as she explored the yard and climbed the fence. Next time I turned around, she had disappeared. She came back a few minutes