Of Birthdays and Booty Pops…

Last week Tuesday saw me celebrating another birthday and although I only turned a (relatively) tender 24, I still felt somewhat antiquated… (Bitches be old). Birthdays are a weird breed of animal for me. For starters, I always seem to look forward to them with reckless abandon. Counting down the months, weeks, days and even…

Life’s Lemons

Shit happens. It’s a fact of life and something I learned to accept fairly early on in my childhood when my older sister pushed me off my black plastic motorbike, jumped on it and rode away. It was a hit and run that left me with a heavy heart and mouth full of sand. I…