I’ve been hesitant to write about everything – Covid, lockdowns, vaccines – partly because it’s such a controversial topic and I have no room in my fuck budget to deal with people’s opinion on all of it, and the other part because my writing has … Continue reading Live through this
(Or, a list of things that irrationally make me angry). I’m tired. The kind of tiredness that sleep won’t fix. I’m tired of the hate. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of the bullshit nothingness that seems to emanate from everywhere right now. Everything … Continue reading Hang on, you hate what?
The picture attached came up in my timehop today. 5 years ago I thought I was cursed, 2 weeks after, my uncle passed away and I inherited a small child. So this is a letter to my past self.
I’ve heard of so many deaths lately. I’m not sure whether it is because I’m paying more attention, or whether it’s just one of those times. Like we’re existing in some liminal space between our old lives and new. It’s hard to process, really. With … Continue reading Death in the time of Coronavirus – Vale Auntie Lynette
I haven’t blogged anything in a while. I’ve had ideas and things I wanted to post, but with everything going on in the world it didn’t seem right. My petty struggles and minor life issues aren’t something that needs amplification right now. So, I’m not … Continue reading Checking my privilege
I’m feeling a tad melancholy today. This is not new. There are a handful of days in the year where I get like this. Today a guy I went to high school with would have turned 36. I say would have, because he died over … Continue reading
Who am I to you? Who do you think I am? Who do you see in your mind’s eye when we have a chat? Or when you see me post? Heck, when you randomly think about me? Chances are, you all have a different version … Continue reading Will the real Tanya Train please stand up? (I repeat, will the real Tanya Train please stand up? We’re gonna have a problem here)
“There is nothing in this world that can trouble you as much as your own thoughts” I saw that quote this week and it spoke to me. You see, I, like many of you, over-think. Everything. Well, mostly everything. It’s fair to say that at … Continue reading The Curse of The Over-Thinker
I’m reading a book at the moment, hey, don’t look so shocked, I can read. It’s called ‘Life will be the death of me’ by Chelsea Handler. She’s a famous comedian, had multiple talk shows, has released a butt-tonne of books. Her books are laugh … Continue reading I define me. Or, how Chelsea Handler’s new book made me question my entire life.
Today is the official last day of my annual leave. By this time tomorrow, I’ll be caffeinated, sarcastic and have finished my first dayback at work. To commemorate my 6 weeks off (6 weeks?! Seriously, what the fuck time?) I thought I would write ablog … Continue reading Travelling with Train: Blog Edition
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