another one bites the dust

fuck off 2014, you absolute bellend

well it's that time of year again when we're drowned in "new year new me" statuses and tweets. for some, it's exhausting but for others, it's quite nice to see friends so happy and determined/motivated. i'm over the moon to see how well 2014 treated a lot of you and equally as upset about how fucking tragic it was for some others. but it's done now. no point crying over spilt milk. let's just leave it in the past and then keep our heads held high, ready for 2015.

we don't take nothing from nobody

remember when i had hair?

it's just dawned on me that i will have written exactly 150 posts by the time 2014 is over. hang on now. that is a whole lot of fuckery that you've absorbed over the past 5 months and that's a whole lot of fuckery that i've e-pooed out and forced down your throats. oh god, what's happening here? let's save the emotional talk and faecal metaphors for tomorrow's "oh jesus it's nearly the new year" post. instead i want to talk to you about five feet of sheer joy that i've been lucky enough to have in my life for the best part of 8 years.

i think i should press delete and clear my history

what an edit, i'm sure you'll agree

i'm writing this swiftly after giving myself a break from my nanowrimo hell (/heaven, just hit 10000 words and now it's like a real story WOAH) but i wanted to say that a) i missed mentioning that this here tiny, slightly awful blog finally hit over 6000 views and b) i am eternally grateful because you're all wonderful. especially since the bridgegate post, i've had so many positive comments and reams of support, both from loved ones and strangers, which is just divine.