I sometimes think living alone has helped my mental health but then I catch myself repeating meaningless phrases to my cat regularly, for example a recent new one βtheyβre just tales of intrigue, my lad, tales of intrigueβ when heβs eating his crunchies, and realise it has not.
A lot of talk about Ripley on Netflix, and it was great, but I think we're all forgetting the film and just how good everyone looks in it, like nobody looks bad, they're all delicious and blonde and rich, its horrific
There once was a girl named Helen, Whose name rhymed with Ian McKellen, She misunderstood That a limerick should End with the rhyme From the first line And thereβs a distinct pattern To how that should happen Iβm sorry my poems are so bad It makes me very unhappy
Havenβt been to Lidl in about 10 days, and didnβt realise I had this discount for arguable the best doughnut available from a supermarket. Iβm gutted. GUTTED.
