I spend a lot of my time regretting things I’ve done. This is half true. My brain is desperate to regret and i phsyically shake my head to make it stop, whilst telling myself to STOP thinking about it, but my brain doesn’t obey me. Here are my top regrets of the month….
I saw the most perfect jeans ever and left them behind because i didn’t ‘need’ them. I obviously did, now they are no longer in stock.
i started dating someone (well a few people,) one of them is so irritating that every time i think of him i feel ashamed that i embarked on so much more than spit swapping with him. What was i thinking? I wasn’t. He is now erased from facebook and therefore life.
I regret not getting Lana Del Reys autograph after about 10 opportunities to do so.
I definitely regret asking Keith Lemon if he’s ever had a threesome, his response makes me shudder.
I also regret getting so mobidly drunk a few weeks ago, that my house looked like a crime scene in the morning. This is only a regret because of the way i FELT the next day.
I regret eating ALL that cheese. Like, i didn’t need ALL of it.
I regret meeting my ex boyfriend. In fact, i curse the day, because until he has another ex, I’ll always be associated with him. Ugh. Maybe by next year the slate is wiped clean (fingers crossed.)
Things i don’t regret and feel PROUD of…
That self fake tan i did a few weeks back with no streaks, no patches, just puuuuuurfecrtion. (little things innit.)
All the new music I’ve discovered.
WORKING BLOODY HARD.
Binning that ice cream that had been in the fridge for literally years but i was determined to still eat. I was strong.
This is all completely fucking pointless. No, it isn’t about you either.