baby it's cold outside

good lord, this is terrifying 

so i spent the majority of today singing christmas songs in front of 2 year olds and their parents so it's safe to say that i'm more than keen to sit the fuck down, make some snowflakes with my work wife and watch christmas films until i die. and guess what? that's what i'm going to do. so i don't really want to be writing a huge blog on all of that because it's self explanatory. i want to eat pizza and talk about boys and there's nothing you can do about it. 

the unbreakable lotus in me

book is planned just not written

this gloomy wednesday marks the end of my time off work but, hands held high, i'm actually excited to go back tomorrow. three busy days is enough for me and i just want to give everyone in nursery a cuddle now. today i decided not to stress too much about replying to emails or writing my novel (seriously, so far behind now. this thing will never get written) and opted for an impromptu tattoo because what's better than having your skin scarred and then slapped by 1 year olds 24 hours later?

i'm running out of room for your tattoos

"in the midst of things"

today was tattoo day! a very exciting day, i'm sure you'll agree, and one that comes around all too rarely for me. working in a nursery, you'd think that i'm banned from a lot of bod mod - on the contrary. thanks to a rather laid back (unaware) boss, and a really lovely team of wonderful women (and one exceptional man), i'm basically allowed to run free. it's my fault that i've stretched my ears enough for the kids to rip them out every day but that's half of the fun, right? RIGHT?

i try to say goodbye and i choke

dusky and emotional

it's been a strange kind of day. a belated end to a very manic week. i rarely write about work here (mainly down to the sheer terror that someone will sue me for revealing too much nursery information) but today it feels quite apt. it's not a rant or a confession, more of an epiphany or emotional release? it's not as emo as it sounds i promise*.