Professional mixologists refer to my favourite cocktail as “one bottle of wine”.
- “Thank you so much for believing in my weirdness!” - Katy Perry, Part Of Me
- “There’s no music, though. It’s all in my head. It’s all in my heart actually.” - Katy Perry, Part Of Me
- “If you’ve got a dream, you’ve got to go on a journey to pursue that dream.” - Katy Perry, Part Of Me
- “Songwriting and making these records is kind of like the truth of who I am - what makes me laugh, what makes me cry. It’s like a mad diary!” - Leonard Cohen (JK! Katy Perry, Part Of Me)
That thing where a Romanian parking attendant asks you for your number and you get flustered, because why is this Romanian boy talking to you in the first place and, oh my God, did you just say yes when he asked you for your number and you really are so easily flustered sometimes and, yes, there it is - you’re giving him your friend’s number instead.
“I’ll text you!” he shouts.
“Great!” you reply, resigned to the fact that you will never be able to frequent the area again.
Once upon a time (last week), I had a handful of Pringles (can of Pringles) and a slice of ham (more Pringles) for dinner.
Ever do that thing where you’re walking down a street and you realise halfway that you’re going the wrong way? But because you’re too embarrassed to turn around and be perceived by your fellow pedestrians as lost or directionless, you just continue down the wrong path and instead take a longer route, thus making life harder for yourself? You do? Samesies!
- Friend: I'm sick of Lana Del Rey.
- Me: She's like the human equivalent of a tattoo that romanticizes the idea of dying young.
“What is life but a long series of days spent trying to decide what skirt has the least visible stain on it? I’m just going to leave you all to ruminate on that for a few.”
- Amy O’Connor, philosopher
“The band name is a portmanteau of “jam session” and “iroquai”, based on the Iroquois, a Native American tribe.”
- The worst sentence I have ever read with my eyes, courtesy of Jamiroquai’s Wikipedia.
Today, while I was on the bus, a woman and her little boy sat next to me. I typically avoid interacting with children, because I am not good at it and it’s just awkward for everyone. Anyway, this little boy was very laid-back and chill, and he was playing with my hair for a few minutes before I decided that maybe I should acknowledge him. So, I smiled at him and he smiled at me, too. Then the mother started smiling, too. We were all smiling! But then it got weird, so I tried to make conversation.
“How old is he?” I asked.
“Three,” she replied, beaming.
“That’s a great age,” I replied.
“That’s a great age.” I said this sentence aloud! I am nineteen! I have no children and have had only limited experience with them! And here I am telling strangers that three is a great age. Who am I to say if it’s a good age? You know what seems like a good age? Forty-six. Three seems like a nightmare.
I’m actually listening to it right now! And I am well and truly obsessed. Any mixtape that features excerpts from Cruel Intentions and The Craft is grade-A in my book.
(Download the mixtape “Heartbreaks and Earthquakes” here. And if you haven’t yet heard of Charlie XCX, you will soon.)
Real talk: whenever I catch a stranger on the street looking at me, I just assume it’s a fashion blogger who is trying to pluck up the courage to ask if they can take my picture for their street style blog. Unrelated: I have no ego whatsoever.