Let's talk about sex.

Close friends will know how often I talk about sex and how open I am about the subject. I don't go into filthy detail and past lovers can wipe beads of sweat off their heads as I never talk about particular sex I've had. Just sex. If friends want advice or any worries than I can be there to listen or advise. I'm not a hussy at all. This isn't a little piece I'm going to stick on craigslist, it's just me wondering why there is so much taboo on the subject. We all do it. It is after why we here as a result of it. Don't get me wrong I won't spark up a conversation with a stranger talking about fucking just friends and boyfriends.

And why is it still considered wrong if a girl wants a casual sexual relationship but if a man does it than it's ok because it's the modern age and it's what everyone is doing. Who are these men having casual sex with then? Huh? HUH? When I've mentioned to friends it may be what I'm after I may as well have been lynched. Not multiple men. Just one man and one woman with a clear understanding of the get down. We all have needs until you feel the need to settle down.

Anyway, rant off my chest. No, this isn't an invitation. Unless you want it to be.

For quite some time and a few posts further on in this blog I have been expressing slight frustration at being stuck in a rut. Your early twenties are usually this way, it has just taken me some time to realise that it isn't just me feeling like this and how completely normal my current situation is.

If I am completely honest I have a big dream to make money and be a success. I don't particularly want to fall into the 'rich' category I just want to be comfortable and be the best at what I do. Just what in is what I am still discovering. At this moment in time (if we fast forward two weeks ahead) I am a waitress living with my parents however I am working and have been permantly for close to ten years. I have had little financial help (if we exclude the government hand outs during my university time which I am already paying off!) and always managed to pick myself up. Having to move home originally was an awful idea after having own place. The sense of independence is what drives me in life. Doing things my way when I want and how I want but I am more than grateful I am allowed back.

It's only when I take a step back and see where other friends are that I see that I am not alone. Even so what other people are doing with their lives doesn't mean I have to be doing the same. Life isn't a competition for fucks sake. I am more than happy at the moment and definitely not looking for marriage and children or even buying a house. I want to rent. I want to meet new people and learn new things. Above all things I really want to travel and with some planning and a lot of spontaneity I will and everything else that is supposed to follow will.

I am laying in bed watching cat videos.

Let me confess:

I can't wait to fall in love again.

Five things I've learnt since living away from home.

1. It is perfectly acceptable to leave washing up for a few days so it goes crusty therefore eaiser to wash off once you've left it in the sink for a further few days to soak. Dur.

2. It is acceptable for your morning farts to occur when friends are in house so they are fully aware that you are now awake.

3. Peeing with door open is unacceptable but pooing is fine as your housemates are aware your bowels are normal.

4. Watching TV very late at night and early into the morning is ok because you work nights and your housemates have uni and need hourly reminders of the time while you laugh at Russell Howard air humping.

and finally

5. Strolling around in your underwear is ok because we're all women and need to mark our terrortories as only Lioness do in the wild. Roar.

Glad game.

Things that make me happy.

First dunk in a hot bath, sip of a hot cup of tea on a cold day, knowing you can sleep in on days off, cuddles with my cats, cocktails with my friends, chats with my mother, pigging out with my sister, foot massages, praise, unexpected messages, freshly painted nails, Chinese food, cooking fresh, curling up with a book, hearing a forgotten favouriten song, trips to cafes and restaurants, flirting,  good eyebrows, red lipstick, good hair day, late night t.v, talking to strangers.

Stuff some self respect into yer gob will ye.

Another body image blog. Hello.

I am five foot one inches tall (short) and weigh eight stone. I have hips, thighs and a butt Kim K is envious of but small boobs because I can't have it all. I have never really had any qualms about my weight. I eat 'regular'; veggies, pasta, fish, potato and bare chocolate but I walk tons. I rarely gain more than a few pounds. However, whilst browsing Instagram because I'm a social media whore all I'm faced with is images hating on us skinny girls. Exchuuse me?!

It's like all these girls who weigh a little more quoting semi-famous celebrities with things like 'Real men like curves' 'Only a dog wants a bone'. Real men like what they fuck they want to like. Yes, some men may find tits and ass attractive but other men like us petite brunettes. All for body confidence but doesn't mean you can start hate. It's just as offensive calling on someone who is skinny as it fat, black or disabled. I don't need a 17-year-old girl from Texas telling me I'm less of a woman because I wear size eight jeans.

My bottom is fabulous thank you very much as is my little waist and little ankles. As are yours whatever there size.