My life

Dear Diary,

I complain too much. About everything. All the bloody time. Do I ever do anything about the stuff I complain about? Occasionally. Rarely. If it's something quick the chances of it happening increase tremendously. If it's something that takes time and willpower? Uhhhh, well then it depends... Can I still regularly have pizza and ice-cream?… Continue reading Dear Diary,

My life

Back to childhood

... Or you know. Trampolines. Maybe that'd be a bit less dramatic as a title. But that'd also give away what I want to write about. Like, straight away. And then there'd be no mystery left. Does there need to be mystery when it comes to trampolines? I mean, they're pretty mysterious as is, I… Continue reading Back to childhood