The month of love and other soppy shit.
"New Year, who dis?" And other things we say in January.
It's FriYay everyday once December rolls around. Some quick tips on surviving this and brick-throwing season like a boss.
To the beat makers getting it right, I thank you.
Some notes on liking things, red wine and goat soup.
You is tired. You is broke. You is adulting. Some tips to finish 2017 strong.
And it's not an imaginary one either.
How to make the most of the skills you have at your disposal, even if you don't immediately know what these are.
I have words. Lots of words. Big words and small ones. Very many words. But I can't seem to get them out there. Like, Do you even blog bro?
Picture the scene: you've just graduated - the fire of hope and prospect still gleaming from your eyes.
You've been fairly independent up to this point and the move to the working world doesn't seem all that bad. I mean, what's better than getting paid for that thing that you studied?