start over

such a wise calendar

we made it. happy 2015 mothafuckaz. i don't know about you but it was lovely to see the wanker of a year out with my favourite people last night - we had a weird four way kiss at midnight and saw in this new year with some questionable singing and dancing. either way, i'm here today to talk to you about something sort of serious but, after all, this is "oh, mitch please!" so it's probably not going to be anything too drastic really is it?

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.

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.