The world is currently in the early stages of a full-blown freak out about what we’re calling “Corona virus”.
Every once in awhile a show comes along that seems so ridiculous, you are sure it will fade into oblivion
This week something amazing happened. Something that breathed life back into this sour old cow. Because for every minute I
I got unfollowed again last night. I say ‘again’ because it happens all the time, though I don’t usually get told about it. It comes with the territory.
As I start this sentence, I cannot believe I have to whinge about Optus again. But, yeah I can. I
I went on my first camping trip in 14 years a few weeks ago. And this time I had to
It’s Fuck You Friday! YEAH!! Fuck you to these little fluffy chicken things. My 4 year old got given one
Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp had an unprecedented outage yesterday, leaving the entire social media world shaken to the core. Millions
Holy shit. They’ve done it again. I didn’t think anything could top last years shit show, but it happened. Am I’m fucking thrilled to bits.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to know what hot, decaying watermelon and rancid smoked duck breast smelled like after it had been in the car for a couple of days. And now I know. It isn’t good.
Ever since my kids grew out of those little seats at the front of the trolley, I have avoided having
I was really looking forward to this season’s Bachelor featuring the Honey Badger, Nick Cummins. But so far I’ve been
This week has been an utter joke for Australian politics and the entire country. Not since the cheezel coloured fuck-knuckle
Unless you have been living off the grid with no TV, or underneath a very large rock, you will have
Today I received my monthly bill for the incredibly crap NBN service from Optus. To my disgust, I found on
Today was the last day of School Holidays for my little Preppie. I’d love to say the last two weeks
I got called a horse-faced cunt today. By someone called Jessiika who was unhappy about a post that I didn’t
G’day Mister Maker, I have a bone to pick with you. Your hyped up enthusiasm and love for all things crafty
Ah, the Pap Smear. How I loathe you. In my advancing years, I have become much more selective about what