My calender is still on February.
Why try go down in history when you could go down on me?
Even I don't know if I'm being sarcastic anymore.
When my eye makeup is on point, my life still isn't on point.
No Mum, as hard to believe as it is, I do not have a boyfriend.
I am in fact the true first inventor of the Bublé Bath.
I like to think of myself as a young Bridget Jones which is apparently something I shouldn't be proud of.
All the men in my life are gay.
Battling the war between offering to be that someone who marries Harry and getting M.Bublé to take me on as his second wife.
My accent is permenantly stuck with a serious identity crisis.  
Bring cats and wine.
Lots of wine. 

At dance comps they encourage us to kill our hair, and looking like a hooker is accepted.