all i want for christmas is you

leaning tower of presents 

sweet mother of pearl, this is the sheer amount of christmas joy that i've come home to tonight. i'm expecting deliveries like this every day up until christmas (potential exaggeration) and it's got me thinking about how much i love spending money on people i love. they put up with me for the best part of a year so why not shower them with love, gifts, appreciation, affection and the like? what have you got for your loved ones? i'm asking out of interest and also desperate hope that i can steal a lot of your ideas.

why would you wake me if you're not gunna save me?

i'm wearing leggings

as it turns out, i really will never be healthy again. spent last night and most of this morning stuck somewhere in between the conscious and unconscious realms - not sure i've slept for 12 hours or none at all. all i know is i listened to a lot of music in the dark and it was quite the surreal experience. music (and emotions) are a lot more raw at night and so i've been thrown from pillar to post listening to the likes of olly murs, birdy, escape the fate, pentatonix, ariana grande, jack garratt and so much more.

i might be young but i ain't stupid

this hump day hasn't equipped me well with a witty intro so i apologise up front. i'm not used to being so open and honest (/overly emotional and painfully sentimental) with people and i think it's taking its toll: i'm fucking knackered most, if not all, of the time. it's got to the point where i don't even have a poorly edited picture to put here to entice new readers in. today i've accepted and admitted defeat in terms of pro-active blogging and i guess it really is downhill from here.

i've given up just looking into windows

an indication it'll be a poor post 

it's happened again. i've made my lime squash that smidgen too strong and it's giving me a right bastard of a headache. i'm also hoping that by writing about the immediate things that are happening, it'll instil some kind of inspiration to write a wonderful blog post but after opening up to you guys far too much over the past few days, i'm running on empty: emotionally, physically and economically. maybe another post of lists because that was easy to do and well received last time, right? RIGHT. screw you guys, i'm going home.

too much of nothing is just as tough

my current spirit animal

i don't beat around the bush here at "oh, mitch please!" and after a few days of some solid content, it's come to light that i don't really know what to write about tonight. i'm home from work late after a lovely evening with some friends and, to be frank, i'm fucking knackered. ever get those days where you just can't even begin to fathom doing anything constructive at all? well today wasn't one of those at all but this last hour is sit back, relax and enjoy the "show". sorry in advance for everything you're about to read.

i'm so sick (of love songs)

nectar of the gods

huge apologies for the mess that this blog post will inevitably turn out to be. i felt a bit funny last night and woke up this morning (sporadically circa 2am) feeling like i was dying: i missed work and have lost a lot of sweat over the course of the day. truth be told, if i wasn't already running out of post ideas, i am void of inspiration and positivity today. it'll be a short, sharp shock of an entry but that's okay. saves us from delving too deep (go and watch not too deep with grace helbig, it's a laugh)