http://www.news.com.au/money/money-matters/students-tie-knot-to-boost-youth-allowance/story-e6frfmd9-1225848327154
Im completely and utterly disgusted and not for the reasons everyone else is!
Two students, who are not in love and happily and freely admitt they are marrying for money are allowed to marry under they eyes of the law, yet gay couples who are geuinley in love are not!!!!
W.T.F moment of the day! Year! Decade!
A Very Angry Poppit!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Please and Thankyou
Whatever happened to saying please and thankyou?
My Mum taught me from a very young age that you ALWAYS say please when you’re asking for something and ALWAYS say thank you after receiving something. Even if the person you’re asking/receiving from is a rude and arrogant prick you ALWAYS say thank you. No exceptions.
This is well ingrained. I always say please and thank you. When I go to the checkout at the super market, while I may not say ‘please may you serve me,’ I do have a general attitude that is friendly. I will ask the cashier how their day is and various other questions that most probably bother them no end. Then, when they finish my transaction I say thank-you.
In the Mornings when I get my coffee, I don’t have to ask for it any more, my baristas see me coming, but I always leave with my foam cup raised in the air and say ‘Thank you Gentlemen, have a wonderful day!’
Whenever I step onto a bus I will cheerily (even in the mornings before my coffee) greet the bus driver and when I skip off, regardless of how busy the bus may be, I will shout back a thank you and wave.
Even if I am having the shittiest day and I feel like the whole world is against me I will always make an effort to be friendly to people in customer service, because it’s a guarantee that they have had a far shittier, underappreciated day than I have.
I am astounded by the multitudes of people who lack common manners. A very small percentage of people say please or thankyou in any of the situations I stated above. I was having this conversation the other day with a friend and he kindly told me that he thanks volunteers and he thanks people who give him directions, but he refuses to thank someone that is being paid to provide a service.
I had no response. Yes they are being paid to provide a service, yes they are being paid to be friendly but is it really that hard to say thank you? Thank you for choosing this job so at the end of the day I don’t have to drive home? Thank you for choosing this job so I don’t have to pack my own groceries? Thank you for choosing this job so that I don’t have to drink instant coffee?
Thank you for choosing this most probably under paid and underappreciated job...
I remember when I was a teenager I LOVED customer service. I still do. I often think that if I ever was to leave my current job I would head straight for customer service work. I remember often going out of my way to provide service for customers, pricks or not, because I enjoyed working with people. I never did it because I wanted to be thanked, I did it because I enjoyed it, but do you know how special it was when a customer was nice back? When a customer appreciated my hard work? When a customer called the Myer store and told them how fantastic I was?
It was amazing to know I was appreciated.
Now I’m not saying every time you leave a store you automatically have to call up and report on the service that was provided for you, but next time you are on a bus, in a store or getting coffee, remember to say please and thank you... Even ask how the person’s day is, what their plans are for the evening or even what their favourite colour is! Treat them like a friend because unless they have done something truly horrible to you, they are NOT your enemy.
Poppitxo
My Mum taught me from a very young age that you ALWAYS say please when you’re asking for something and ALWAYS say thank you after receiving something. Even if the person you’re asking/receiving from is a rude and arrogant prick you ALWAYS say thank you. No exceptions.
This is well ingrained. I always say please and thank you. When I go to the checkout at the super market, while I may not say ‘please may you serve me,’ I do have a general attitude that is friendly. I will ask the cashier how their day is and various other questions that most probably bother them no end. Then, when they finish my transaction I say thank-you.
In the Mornings when I get my coffee, I don’t have to ask for it any more, my baristas see me coming, but I always leave with my foam cup raised in the air and say ‘Thank you Gentlemen, have a wonderful day!’
Whenever I step onto a bus I will cheerily (even in the mornings before my coffee) greet the bus driver and when I skip off, regardless of how busy the bus may be, I will shout back a thank you and wave.
Even if I am having the shittiest day and I feel like the whole world is against me I will always make an effort to be friendly to people in customer service, because it’s a guarantee that they have had a far shittier, underappreciated day than I have.
I am astounded by the multitudes of people who lack common manners. A very small percentage of people say please or thankyou in any of the situations I stated above. I was having this conversation the other day with a friend and he kindly told me that he thanks volunteers and he thanks people who give him directions, but he refuses to thank someone that is being paid to provide a service.
I had no response. Yes they are being paid to provide a service, yes they are being paid to be friendly but is it really that hard to say thank you? Thank you for choosing this job so at the end of the day I don’t have to drive home? Thank you for choosing this job so I don’t have to pack my own groceries? Thank you for choosing this job so that I don’t have to drink instant coffee?
Thank you for choosing this most probably under paid and underappreciated job...
I remember when I was a teenager I LOVED customer service. I still do. I often think that if I ever was to leave my current job I would head straight for customer service work. I remember often going out of my way to provide service for customers, pricks or not, because I enjoyed working with people. I never did it because I wanted to be thanked, I did it because I enjoyed it, but do you know how special it was when a customer was nice back? When a customer appreciated my hard work? When a customer called the Myer store and told them how fantastic I was?
It was amazing to know I was appreciated.
Now I’m not saying every time you leave a store you automatically have to call up and report on the service that was provided for you, but next time you are on a bus, in a store or getting coffee, remember to say please and thank you... Even ask how the person’s day is, what their plans are for the evening or even what their favourite colour is! Treat them like a friend because unless they have done something truly horrible to you, they are NOT your enemy.
Poppitxo
Monday, March 22, 2010
!!!!Hot Cross Buns!!!!
Okay, Super Excited!!!
I’m not a big Easter person; I’m not religious, I don’t like chocolate that much and Im not really near family, so it currently has little to no significance in my life.
HOWEVER! I l-o-v-e hot-cross buns and today on my way to work I had my first one for the Easter season... It was delicious. I only wish I wasn’t in such a rush and had more time to savour the wonderful treat that it was...
Bring on a long weekend of Hot-Cross-Bun gorging!!!
Poppitxo
I’m not a big Easter person; I’m not religious, I don’t like chocolate that much and Im not really near family, so it currently has little to no significance in my life.
HOWEVER! I l-o-v-e hot-cross buns and today on my way to work I had my first one for the Easter season... It was delicious. I only wish I wasn’t in such a rush and had more time to savour the wonderful treat that it was...
Bring on a long weekend of Hot-Cross-Bun gorging!!!
Poppitxo
Moving
Me a stones throw away from my new house in the North Shore
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and I feel bad because other blog writers update as much as once a night!
I have come across a few topics over the past two weeks that are worthy of talking about but when I finally became inspired to write I forgot them all. The two things that are well and truly ruling my head at the moment is the difference between Inner West V North Shore and exercise.
I’m sure most of you will be bored to here a full blog on how I started running again and almost died... Cremorne is severely different to Sydney’s Inner west... So. Many. Hills... Let’s just say that my ass and I aren’t the best of friends today...
The biggest and most outstanding difference to me is the Public Transport. Hopping on a bus now (compared to hopping on a bus two weeks ago) is less of a gamble with your life, however, with the exception of a pretty view; it’s a very boring ride. Every second person is either on their Blackberry or they are reading some excessively thick book about an excessively boring topic like ‘How to Watch Paint Dry and Analyse’. I’m a people watcher, so this, for me, is BORING.
The Inner West, you never have to line up for a bus. It’s pretty much a case of the stronger, faster people get on first. You never have to run for busses in The North Shore because, even if you did, you would have to wait in a long-ass line first. You get NO Bogans on the North Shore busses either. They were my favourite people once upon a time. They were loud and obnoxious, but always made people laugh.
I remember one of my first bus rides in Sydney. There were two girls, absolutely off their faces, who clambered on the bus after me. They danced and sang, insulted everybody and then classily, when getting off, threw up on the floor and fell over revealing a whole hell of a lot more crack than a breach baby. Least to say we were all disgusted. Now that I’m riding a bus full of people who would swear to you that they don’t defecate and that, if they did, it would smell of roses, i miss the throwing up, smashed people. The most rebellious thing that happens on a North Shore bus is that someone hasn’t got the latest Blackberry...
Now I’m not complaining about the North Shore. It’s an amazing place to live, beautiful views, nice coffee shops, friendly (most of the time) people and a generally safe area to live. It’s not too far from the city either, which makes me happy.
But I really do miss the craziness of the Inner West. The interesting and unique people, the whacky markets, the smell of all the different foods cooking on Glebe Point Road or Leichhardt’s Norton Street...
I miss the homeless people who, even tho they have nothing, still insist on reminding you that you are beautiful (yeah, I know it’s a gimmick to get spare change, but when I’m having a bad day, I don’t mind sparing $5)
As I stated earlier, I started running again. This is when I really feel like I miss the Inner West. Everybody, different shapes and sizes, could be found on the running tracks in the Inner West. Different fitness levels, people with dogs, cats and even ferrets (yep, saw a guy running with three ferrets once) could be found running down by Blackwattle Bay. Now I’m running along (usually looking like I’m about to drop dead) looking at all the plastic chested women and buff men barely breaking a sweat. I don’t dislike it, it’s nice to see buff men and I appreciate seeing a well worked out woman (its inspiring!).
Its all just a tad different....
I don’t regret my move at all. I’m living with a wonderful guy who I get along with very well, I’m in an area I enjoy and am able to (if I want too), catch a ferry to work. Its wonderful, but like when I moved from the Barossa Valley (South Australia) to Glebe (New South Wales), you miss stuff... This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my new area, it just means that I’m getting used to my new area.
Where is everybody else? What are the things you love about moving to a new area and what are the things you miss from some of the older areas you used to live?
Poppitxo
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Im Out Of Here!
My excitement factor is through the roof today! I’m moving out of Crazy town and into, what I hope, will be a normal home.
For the past four months, I have been the entertainment at most forums with my tales of my whacky housemate, and while I have enjoyed that status, I can’t wait to be normal again. From polishing her latex backside to having ‘normal’ conversations with her while she prances around in her birthday suit it has certainly been quite the ride.
So, a quick thank you to everybody who listened to my crazy stories and told me to laugh about my situation and not cry! I promise I have a few stories stored for when we are all having a down day.
Poppitxo
For the past four months, I have been the entertainment at most forums with my tales of my whacky housemate, and while I have enjoyed that status, I can’t wait to be normal again. From polishing her latex backside to having ‘normal’ conversations with her while she prances around in her birthday suit it has certainly been quite the ride.
So, a quick thank you to everybody who listened to my crazy stories and told me to laugh about my situation and not cry! I promise I have a few stories stored for when we are all having a down day.
Poppitxo
Friday, March 12, 2010
That Singular Girl
Since moving and well and truly becoming a singular, I find it hard to take myself along to places and events that I normally attended with another. Today, while standing at the bus stop I couldn’t help but wonder when these places/events became something for people in pairs or more. Take the movies for example; commonly it is an event that you go to with another... When the hell did that become the rule?
I was talking to a friend recently and I told her I was going to the cinemas alone. She laughed and made fun of me (no, she isn’t a great friend but that’s a tale for another day!) and since then i haven’t been able to even think about it. Currently there are a million and one movies that I want to see and only today did i even consider going.
However I got outside the cinema, a green tea with fig jelly in hand all pumped to see ‘Up in the Air’ and I couldn’t go in. I didn’t want to be ‘that’ person. All I could hear was my (old) friend talking about how she loved seeing singulars in the cinema and throwing popcorn at them or making up fake stories about them...
Before I heard this particular person dissing people who are confident enough to go to cafes alone, I was one of those people. There is nothing better than sitting in your favourite cafe with a good book/magazine and just relaxing. Now, I always go to bed telling myself that that is my big plan for the next day only to inevitably talk myself out of it.
Even going out to a bar and having a nice cold beer on the way home from work; I used to love doing that! It was the perfect way to end the day, now and in my current situation, I come home, get some hideous takeout and cower in my room hoping I don’t have to listen to one of Crazy’s sex romps!
My biggest issue about this whole situation is, I don’t mind being alone. I find comfort in not having to make small chit-chat or the having to review a movie five seconds after you’ve seen it. I like having my own thoughts, un-interrupted by someone slurping across the table from me. I like my own company, it’s just now I am so scared of how other people see me when I’m alone that I’m to paranoid to even consider going out by myself.
The reality of this whole situation is that, most people who are out aren’t paying ANY attention to you. They aren’t wondering why you’re alone and they aren’t making assumptions about how you could have a million cats back home. Its all in my head because one girl, one girl who can’t even walk into a grocery store alone, has evil thoughts about people who are comfortable enough in themselves to enjoy their own company.
My goal for the next few weeks is to become comfortable in going out on my own again. I am going to try and see a movie by myself and start going to cafe’s again.
Do you find there are any places you can’t go without someone else?
Poppit xo
I was talking to a friend recently and I told her I was going to the cinemas alone. She laughed and made fun of me (no, she isn’t a great friend but that’s a tale for another day!) and since then i haven’t been able to even think about it. Currently there are a million and one movies that I want to see and only today did i even consider going.
However I got outside the cinema, a green tea with fig jelly in hand all pumped to see ‘Up in the Air’ and I couldn’t go in. I didn’t want to be ‘that’ person. All I could hear was my (old) friend talking about how she loved seeing singulars in the cinema and throwing popcorn at them or making up fake stories about them...
Before I heard this particular person dissing people who are confident enough to go to cafes alone, I was one of those people. There is nothing better than sitting in your favourite cafe with a good book/magazine and just relaxing. Now, I always go to bed telling myself that that is my big plan for the next day only to inevitably talk myself out of it.
Even going out to a bar and having a nice cold beer on the way home from work; I used to love doing that! It was the perfect way to end the day, now and in my current situation, I come home, get some hideous takeout and cower in my room hoping I don’t have to listen to one of Crazy’s sex romps!
My biggest issue about this whole situation is, I don’t mind being alone. I find comfort in not having to make small chit-chat or the having to review a movie five seconds after you’ve seen it. I like having my own thoughts, un-interrupted by someone slurping across the table from me. I like my own company, it’s just now I am so scared of how other people see me when I’m alone that I’m to paranoid to even consider going out by myself.
The reality of this whole situation is that, most people who are out aren’t paying ANY attention to you. They aren’t wondering why you’re alone and they aren’t making assumptions about how you could have a million cats back home. Its all in my head because one girl, one girl who can’t even walk into a grocery store alone, has evil thoughts about people who are comfortable enough in themselves to enjoy their own company.
My goal for the next few weeks is to become comfortable in going out on my own again. I am going to try and see a movie by myself and start going to cafe’s again.
Do you find there are any places you can’t go without someone else?
Poppit xo
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Perspective
I see fellow Gen Yers getting cetrelink payments, living with and off of their parents and spending most of their nights at some random club blowing it all on booze then bitching on facebook about how 'poor' they are.
Then I know people who are in the Armed Forces who work on and off shifts, it just so happens that when they are ON shift, they have to take stress leave. These particular people havent been overseas nor have they seen action. From my understanding they sit behind a desk all day and bark orders. They live in some McMansion with all the perfect trimmings.
Then there is me, I work 5 days a week (sometimes 6) from 7 in the morning till 5 at night. I work pretty hard and I put the effort in. I get a pittance. I dont enjoy my job, there is no room for growth and there is nothing uplifting or positive about it. Its just a job! I complain about how poor I am frequently and about how I want the lavish lifestyle.
But then I sit back and read the news. People in Haiti, a third world country, were hit while they were down. They have 5 year olds 'working' every day of the week for nothing because thats just how it works. Do you think we hear them complaining about how they dont have the latest fashion accessory ? Or about how they dont get a lavish dinner one of the finest resturants around?
Nope.
Perhaps its a different version of complaining, perhaps they whinge about how they actually want to eat dinner instead of going hungry or how they want to drink clean water instead of tossing up between infection or dehydration...
It puts things in perspective when your having a bad day...It really does. I have no idea what its like to have a tough life. I have a loving family, I have friends who, although some of them ive never properly met, I certainly trust. I am healthy, smart and I have so many oppurtunities!
So while I may not be rich in money, I am rich in life. And while on days, i sit back and wish for more material things, I thank my lucky stars that I have what ive got!
I heard a quote once, its my favourite quote and if anyone can tell me who originally said it I will be eternally grateful!
'If you cant see the bright side of life; polish the dull side,'
Thats what the people of Haiti are doing, maybe we should all take out our shining cloths and do the same thing.
Poppit xo
Then I know people who are in the Armed Forces who work on and off shifts, it just so happens that when they are ON shift, they have to take stress leave. These particular people havent been overseas nor have they seen action. From my understanding they sit behind a desk all day and bark orders. They live in some McMansion with all the perfect trimmings.
Then there is me, I work 5 days a week (sometimes 6) from 7 in the morning till 5 at night. I work pretty hard and I put the effort in. I get a pittance. I dont enjoy my job, there is no room for growth and there is nothing uplifting or positive about it. Its just a job! I complain about how poor I am frequently and about how I want the lavish lifestyle.
But then I sit back and read the news. People in Haiti, a third world country, were hit while they were down. They have 5 year olds 'working' every day of the week for nothing because thats just how it works. Do you think we hear them complaining about how they dont have the latest fashion accessory ? Or about how they dont get a lavish dinner one of the finest resturants around?
Nope.
Perhaps its a different version of complaining, perhaps they whinge about how they actually want to eat dinner instead of going hungry or how they want to drink clean water instead of tossing up between infection or dehydration...
It puts things in perspective when your having a bad day...It really does. I have no idea what its like to have a tough life. I have a loving family, I have friends who, although some of them ive never properly met, I certainly trust. I am healthy, smart and I have so many oppurtunities!
So while I may not be rich in money, I am rich in life. And while on days, i sit back and wish for more material things, I thank my lucky stars that I have what ive got!
I heard a quote once, its my favourite quote and if anyone can tell me who originally said it I will be eternally grateful!
'If you cant see the bright side of life; polish the dull side,'
Thats what the people of Haiti are doing, maybe we should all take out our shining cloths and do the same thing.
Poppit xo
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Crimes of a Child
Bullying is one of the most horrendous things about modern society.
I have made someone cry on purpose, once. I didn’t feel proud about it, at all, but everyone around me told me it was ok.
I was in year 12, my brother in year 9. Like older siblings, while I loved to pick on my younger brother, if anyone else did, they were toast. My little brother is an easy target. He has VERY orange hair, ivory skin and is very well built. To top it all off he happens to be Autistic, so at times he can be a little odd. Regardless, I love him. I love him very much!
One day he came over to my friends and I in a distressed state after a well known bully (from a well known bullying family) had picked on him. He was stressed and babbling, he was scared. It distressed me to see him in such a state. My friends and I made sure he was okay and made him very welcome in our group and our activities. It all went swimmingly until the boy who had picked on him walked past, snickering and pointing.
My heart started thumping against my rib cage; I could feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins. For the first time in my life, I was truly furious. Without even thinking about it, I stood up and stormed over to the boy that was making my brother’s life hell. I stopped him in his path and I used my ‘older student status’ to stand over him. I didn’t yell, I didn’t raise my fist, I just very calmly whispered; ‘I don’t know what is so wrong in your life, that you have to come to school and pick on innocent people, in fact I don’t give a flying fuck! I just want you to know that if you pick on my little brother one more time I am going to make your life a living hell and you know as well as I do that I WILL get away with it!’
The little Year 9 boy welled up and ran away from me quicker than I could imagine. What I didn’t realise was, that in the short time I had been standing there giving my little speech, half the school had come to stand behind me.
What was scarier was that I would have been able to make his life hell. I happened to be dating a well known ‘Skater’ boy who was known to be a bit scary (he was actually a sweet teddy bear) not to mention the fact that I was a bit of a good girl at school who had managed to talk herself out of anything.
The reason I am focussing on bullying is because it has been a popular topic in the news the past few weeks. From the stabbing of the young boy in Queensland to the little girl having a knife held to her throat. It’s disgusting... The one story that makes me extremely upset is the one about the boy who was running away from his bullies, only to get hit by a car. Can you imagine how devastated he and his parents must be?
Now Kevin Rudd has come out saying that parents should take the matter of bullying into their own hands! What a complete douche bag response from a complete douche bag Prime Minister. Can you imagine? All I can see is Bogan parents tearing into each other. It would start wars within confines of our schools.
I was lucky enough to have very well grounded parents who were and still are very aware. They would always work WITH the system to restore a safe place for my brother and I to school and while my brother still frequently gets picked on, life is just that much easier for him because my parents are calm in their approach. I know people’s parents, of bullies and bullied, and quite often they are at either end of the spectrum... One side you will have parents who are socially unaware. They would rather have a long conversation with a cushion than deal with real humans, on the other side you have parents who are about ready to storm into any school and punch the first person that says hello.
In my opinion, there is no real solution. There will always be a pecking order within schools. My idea is to make bullying ILLEGAL! Make it an offence that no school has to deal with, but a higher authority. Make it a legal issue. Can you imagine if some of the bullies started having charges filed against them? Little bastards would be VERY sorry and less likely to EVER do it again. Yes I think they should be sent to jail (a special jail specifically suited for them or maybe one of those outback camps) and a permanent mark should be left on their record because let’s face it, the victims of bullying will ALWAYS have the emotional marks!
Sorry for the heavy topic so early on.
Poppit xo
I have made someone cry on purpose, once. I didn’t feel proud about it, at all, but everyone around me told me it was ok.
I was in year 12, my brother in year 9. Like older siblings, while I loved to pick on my younger brother, if anyone else did, they were toast. My little brother is an easy target. He has VERY orange hair, ivory skin and is very well built. To top it all off he happens to be Autistic, so at times he can be a little odd. Regardless, I love him. I love him very much!
One day he came over to my friends and I in a distressed state after a well known bully (from a well known bullying family) had picked on him. He was stressed and babbling, he was scared. It distressed me to see him in such a state. My friends and I made sure he was okay and made him very welcome in our group and our activities. It all went swimmingly until the boy who had picked on him walked past, snickering and pointing.
My heart started thumping against my rib cage; I could feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins. For the first time in my life, I was truly furious. Without even thinking about it, I stood up and stormed over to the boy that was making my brother’s life hell. I stopped him in his path and I used my ‘older student status’ to stand over him. I didn’t yell, I didn’t raise my fist, I just very calmly whispered; ‘I don’t know what is so wrong in your life, that you have to come to school and pick on innocent people, in fact I don’t give a flying fuck! I just want you to know that if you pick on my little brother one more time I am going to make your life a living hell and you know as well as I do that I WILL get away with it!’
The little Year 9 boy welled up and ran away from me quicker than I could imagine. What I didn’t realise was, that in the short time I had been standing there giving my little speech, half the school had come to stand behind me.
What was scarier was that I would have been able to make his life hell. I happened to be dating a well known ‘Skater’ boy who was known to be a bit scary (he was actually a sweet teddy bear) not to mention the fact that I was a bit of a good girl at school who had managed to talk herself out of anything.
The reason I am focussing on bullying is because it has been a popular topic in the news the past few weeks. From the stabbing of the young boy in Queensland to the little girl having a knife held to her throat. It’s disgusting... The one story that makes me extremely upset is the one about the boy who was running away from his bullies, only to get hit by a car. Can you imagine how devastated he and his parents must be?
Now Kevin Rudd has come out saying that parents should take the matter of bullying into their own hands! What a complete douche bag response from a complete douche bag Prime Minister. Can you imagine? All I can see is Bogan parents tearing into each other. It would start wars within confines of our schools.
I was lucky enough to have very well grounded parents who were and still are very aware. They would always work WITH the system to restore a safe place for my brother and I to school and while my brother still frequently gets picked on, life is just that much easier for him because my parents are calm in their approach. I know people’s parents, of bullies and bullied, and quite often they are at either end of the spectrum... One side you will have parents who are socially unaware. They would rather have a long conversation with a cushion than deal with real humans, on the other side you have parents who are about ready to storm into any school and punch the first person that says hello.
In my opinion, there is no real solution. There will always be a pecking order within schools. My idea is to make bullying ILLEGAL! Make it an offence that no school has to deal with, but a higher authority. Make it a legal issue. Can you imagine if some of the bullies started having charges filed against them? Little bastards would be VERY sorry and less likely to EVER do it again. Yes I think they should be sent to jail (a special jail specifically suited for them or maybe one of those outback camps) and a permanent mark should be left on their record because let’s face it, the victims of bullying will ALWAYS have the emotional marks!
Sorry for the heavy topic so early on.
Poppit xo
In The Beginning
I didn’t know how to start a blog, so I’ll keep it short. Firstly, I’m no genius. You will probably come across various spelling and grammar mistakes, less so because I’m un-educated and more so because I’m lazy and don’t proof read. Secondly, I have no running theme, one minute I could be talking about the latest political issue and the next about the latest fashions.
Why did I start a blog? Well, Marie Claire said it was the latest black and I’m a slave for the hottest trend. I did previously have an anonymous blog, but i wasn’t too fond of it as my only reader was my Mum (who I love, but one does crave the opinions of someone who doesn’t have to love you!)
Another reason is because I have a few Twitter friends who write amazing blogs. I became exceptionally jealous of their skill and decided I’d try my hand. Can’t guarantee it will be nearly as good as theirs, but a girl can try.
So, here is my attempt. I hope my posts make you ponder on subjects that probably take up to much of my day.
Poppit xo
Why did I start a blog? Well, Marie Claire said it was the latest black and I’m a slave for the hottest trend. I did previously have an anonymous blog, but i wasn’t too fond of it as my only reader was my Mum (who I love, but one does crave the opinions of someone who doesn’t have to love you!)
Another reason is because I have a few Twitter friends who write amazing blogs. I became exceptionally jealous of their skill and decided I’d try my hand. Can’t guarantee it will be nearly as good as theirs, but a girl can try.
So, here is my attempt. I hope my posts make you ponder on subjects that probably take up to much of my day.
Poppit xo
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