My outfit. I fucking love this white t-shirt. I felt masculine and sexy and semi professional but in a very me way.
Dinner with Jo. Seeing her flat in sunlight. Catching up with no expectation to stay that long.
Grapefruit and watermelon.
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The light on my pillow. It’s nice to see the sun again after these terrible dreary wet date.
Discovering Lemonade is on Spotify. Yeah, I know I’m about three years behind on the news.
Wearing my new white t-shirt from the charity shop. I don’t know what it is about it but I feel so good in it. It feels like the perfect white t-shirt.
I got a day’s work tomorrow! So glad I asked.
Set up a vagina tshirt shop. Got five orders already. Check it out.
Prahmas. All the food, all the present and, randomly, all the singing.
Getting excited about vagina t-shirts. Again. But for real this time.
Blue Planet II. Amazing colourful rockpools.
Talk of little Sophie.
I finished my T-shirt. And it looks so professional! I love the double stitching.
Silly jokes with my boyfriend and loud laughing.
Family Guy.
A sunshine message from mum.
I made another T-shirt.
This video about the creepy things that men say. Kind of not funny but an entertaining video.
Three little things 