Waiting for a Bus


Oh, it’s like waiting for a bus, isn’t it? You wait all that time and then heaps come at once. Light a cigarette, seriously, that shit works.

Well, in any case, I did the Shoulder Stand and The Plough at yoga tonight. I’m feeling generous and slightly chuffed with myself. Have a picture that sums up, not only myself, but many people I’d gladly stab in the face if I was the heroine from Hunger Games.

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About ohhellwhatthehell

I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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