Archives for posts with tag: bff


Getting an apology and getting my TOIL.

Beers and pizza with Jonny.

An evening slightly drunk shower. Warm soft feet and sweet smelling skin in bed afterwards.

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Started talking at work again. Called James a flirt. Tried not to laugh at the word tits during the lunch break bird chat.

Immediate drinking with Jonny after work. What a fucking ridiculous day.

ICCO pizza. Oh how I love you.


Such a good nap. I didn’t even move. Fresh air, smooth sheets, deep sleep.

Books, beer and Korean with Jonny in the evening. It was such a lovely evening. 

The setting sun, shining off the buildings and turning gold as I arrived home.


Jonny opening his present. He was genuinely so happy.

Jonny’s birthday, generally. But specifically:

Winning air hockey at Rowan’s.

Playing ping pong. With my secret smug look that was not so secret.

Ring of Fire until half 4. With card tricks.


Texts from Jonny. Being his drag mum. Wanting to be his soul sister. 

Breaking the surface at work in the afternoon and smiling and joking. It felt such a relief to feel almost normal again.

Meeting Jo after work for a hug and a fresh mint tea. It was nice to be out of my head and thinking about someone else for a while.


New series of Master of None.

Lauren making me laugh and making me feel less of a moany twat. 

Five minutes of texting Jonny. Five minutes of feeling loved and liked and funny. He’s my rock and my happy place. Some days I need him more than others. Today was one of those days. 


Even more sunflowers poppingโ€‹ up.

Coffee in the sun with Jo. I needed hugs and sympathy after last night.

Walking around Gillespie Park. The bit I haven’t been to before. Flowers and bees and beautiful things. ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒป

Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.

Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.

Facemasks and vulvas.

Waking up, smelling like wood smoke from the fire last night.

An accidental loud, parp-y kind of fart in the shower. That made me full on lol.

Jonny came to stay. We went for Turkish food, ping pong and watched Archer in bed. It was perfect. 

MRF. Geeking out on recycling.

A woman on Instagram telling me she has decided to do menstruation related art work because of my vagina Instagram account. All the feels.

Jo. For phoning. For her Facebook stats.