If I’m being 100% honest here, I had no clue what the word meant until it was thrown around that 1D might be ducking for cover, at a point where I truly gave zero shits about them. For the uninformed, it’s just a rather eloquently way to say “F. this shit, I’m out. For a while. Maybe? Might see you soon. Might not either?”. For those who’ve been playing along at home, or at the very least been stalking my Instagram (thanks mum), you’ll be certain to notice the lack of posts, or content, or anything really.
So first of all, sorry about that. Also, many apologies to my bank account who’s been kind enough to (sometimes just) pay the fee to keep this site running, and to cover the costs of owning a domain. If you’d like an explanation, as to why I disappeared, feel free to stick around. If you don’t give a rats, here’s a link to an exciting article from my hometown’s newspaper that never fails to make individuals question how much they really know about me.
Okay, I lied. I’m not going to bore you with the bullshit that was 2016, we already all knew how much of a shitfest that year turned out to be anyway. But with a little encouragement and some assumably sane advice from a BFF whilst I took photos of her dressed as Darth Vader in my backyard, I’m thinking I might just hang around here more often.
Or better yet, dazzle you with more codswallop about stuff nobody really cares about, because at the end of the day, that’s what an umpteenth nobody actually does. I think for a moment I forgot why, and what this blog, website, doohickey, whatchamacallit was suppose to be about, but that’s okay, no sleep and stress will do that.
So here’s to possibly committing a little longer to this than say that time I tried gymnastics as a kid, was a member of Girl Guides, and if you clicked the link above, that band my cousin and I once played in. See you in the next embarrassing post about my life!