Archives for posts with tag: PMT

Barry in Archway. So bloody lovely and helpful. Took me right out of my bad mood.

Clicking my back at the end of yoga. That felt very needed.

Knowing I have the flat to myself for a week and a half. Perfect timing as my PMT was outrageous today and now I can live exactly as I want until it goes away.

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The young man with his trousers below his bum, dark glasses on and hood up, running up the stairs to help a woman struggling with her pram. Judging a book by their cover once again. People are nice. Must remember that.

Cards and rap music with Jonny.

Hurricane Bianca. Yas. Terrible film but it made me laugh and cheered me up today. PMT laughs in the face of queens overacting.