Came back to my University for work, and realised how much I lost not going to a traditional bookish college because I could’ve had a thing with a hot professor.

Need to be hosed down, sadly 🫠

The hot 40 something year old men doing their 10 am gym shift, new obsession unlocked, yes.

Tried to order a special cut of steak for lunch, and the waiter in French said “oh that’s for two people, you need to find someone, you’re all alone”

The French are pretentious in the most authentic/best way and my deep need for approval makes it such a toxic combination every time I visit.

Paris metro post leg day, cake city!

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

Saying this year wasn’t great for cinema or got “too political” and where’s the fun? as a way to discredit the historic wins by Sinners is so wack, and if that medley didn’t want to make you atleast tap your feet just say don’t have rhythm. Stay in your gay Uncle Tom groups.

What a great thing to wake up to seeing Micheal B Jordan deservedly winning, now I will resort to thinking about being locked in a room with Stack and Smoke for the remainder of today.

Have the week off work (mandatory) and I just got to the gym at noon and it’s both slightly empty but also very h*rny, oh you wfh divas are living good.

Morning, wishing no Sunday scaries for everyone!

Convinced my life problems would be solved if I just had an Irish Setter and a tiny Chihuahua

Saturday disassociation check

Oh Matthieu Blazy, the way you have me crying and ascending to that Chanel finale to the Just Dance instrumental.

Tim Cook has been using poppers again

The time/patience level for funny business has run out

Thought I saw oomf in the gym showers but it was just sweat in my eyes/imagination, and a regular gym dad

Levels is playing at the gym this morning and locking in process has begun once again

Sunlight makes me feel like Dracula, morning!

Reading messages from years ago, why was I so stupid? but also why was I not enough?

Fool me once shame on you, turns out there is deal going on because fool me twice, thrice, fourth times the charm, it seems.

Hyper-fixated all day on the yearning, sadness and anger in Sade's voice and words in War of Hearts

After this dumpster fire day, I need a goon night.

Woke up in a funk and thought by the time I’d get to the squat rack I’d snap out of it but here we are and I still just want to listen to Sade, and nothing else.

Slop bowl for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner

I really, REALLY need someone to help trim my moustache for me, I just can’t do it right.

“Dressing like CBK and my bf like JFK Jr”

All the machines and weights I wanted were free today just as I needed them, forwarding that vibe and energy to each and every one of you!

Blindness in the name of patriotism is still blindness, and the fact that masses are willing to not only put their life on the line but readily sacrifice it for benefits that they themselves nor their generations will ever reap the benefit from is the definition of insanity.

Briefing sound artists for the next campaign and all my instrumental references are from the Real Housewives of Orange County.

Stupid of me to have coworkers on social media because now they know that I’m late not because “I had a pipe burst in the flat” but because I was at the gym extra long because some nice stranger said they wanted to work in extra sets with me.

Best part of being on set is free manicures

Deadlift morning

Telling myself I am meant to bigger and better things when the sale item in my cart gets sold out right as I’ve finally decided after weeks to check out (just got paid).

2026 might be the year I finally start the tattoo journey!

My new best friend at work who is born and brought up for 25+ years in New York City (proper) said after months of us vibing that she thinks I give off Astoria vibes, and as someone who makes loving New York their whole personality, this was what I needed today.

Leg day PR’s this morning, although nothing to write home about, seeing as post shoulder tear legs has been so affected, we are in a better place than yesterday.

Woke up with the need to be in the middle of a packed dance floor and just as I’m ready to go home, Nina Sky comes on with a deep base and I’m surrounded by baddies.

Getting a machine after someone was hogging for 45 mins and then someone comes up asking how much sets I have left, do not pmo and take a seat.

“Sad music will make you more sad” why and what about this does my brain not understand??

Trimmer died half way through the shave and for 30 minutes while it charged, everyone in my room (no one) was an audience to a one man performance of Into the Woods (Witch vs. Rapenzul).

Overcast and Sade, is the call for today (and almost every day).

You better knock knock knock on wood

This show should not be called Love is Blind but rather Every insecurity you’ve ever had about yourself will be proven right.

Some men need to stay in the woodwork, girl don’t come out, please.

You get a piercing and suddenly it’s nonstop George Micheal jokes, jokes on you because I’d 100% meet him in that park bathroom

Crazy how even the most impossible of sets become possible when the beat lines up perfect to your rhythm.

May be back on the hamster wheel but you bet your ass the wheel will spin to the beat of Party by Benito, morning!

Despite it being a gloomy, wet Sunday it is a Lorde’s Supercut Sunday.

God please release Brasil from the chokehold of the non-south American gays.