the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
If this doesn't sum up the week I've had, just tried getting on a bus by scanning my tesco clubcard but thankfully the driver seemed to find me hilarious instead of a fucking idiot with 2 brain cells left
I hate to be like 'I'm just a girl' but i just cleaned my washing machine filter and was trying for at least 10 minutes to put it back together, googled the machine brand, only to facetime my brother who immediately told me I'd been turning it the wrong way
I know everyone says their washing machines lie to them but why did mine have 1 minute left and I come back and it's now 49 minutes it's trying to gaslight me
Thinking about the time at Olive Garden when the cute waitress paused while grating the cheese on the salad and asked if I wanted more and I said, βSure, Iβm not driving,β and she didnβt laugh.