So today was probably one my worst work days ever – and I’ve been there on a Monday hungover and sleptunder and have also survived the inner turmoil of having to spend the day with spilt soup in my bag wondering how I was going to carry it home when I left (it turned out... Continue Reading →
Dear Strangers, Stop Asking This Question
This happens to me a lot: I meet new people and they ask me what I do/want do to (I’m at the slash in between) and I tell them that I really love music/want to be a music journalist and they go “oh, what kind of music do you like?” And I’m all, “um well,... Continue Reading →