Tuesday, 20 May 2014


So Eminem tickets went on sale on May 9th... and yes that was a whle ago, but the excitement still hasn't sunk in. So with this blog post, I'm hoping it does.

DO YA'LL WANNA HEAR HOW IT ALL HAPPENED? (Don't know why I'm asking, because I'm clearly not giving you a choice in the matter)

On Tuesday 6th May (Yes I remember the dates, because it was a painful and yet wonderful experience) I was casually scrolling through my Facebook feed, throwing a few insults here and there at stupid statuses....That was when I saw it.... Eminem is coming to London...Eminem is coming to Wembley.


At that moment, I naturally didn't know what to do, but to alert Zara, as our love for Eminem is probably the biggest thing we have in common (besides being just pretty darn cool). She was as speechless as me..The weird thing is, no one could understand why we were so sad. Let me explain it to you simply. Imagine wanting something your entire life, dreaming of the day it happens practically every day...Speaking about the prospect hypothetically because of how unlikely you think it is. And then suddenly without any warning it happens, and you have not prepared. Imagine realising that there is a possibility that you WON'T get tickets and the one thing you have dreamed of all your life was so close to coming true, and then it got taken away. I felt happiness but it was a kind of happiness that was combined with fear and anger and disgust. Its the emotion that Eminem depicts in the majority of his music :'(.

Needless to say, we both had sleepless nights and troubled dreams for the following days. OF course we devised a game plan on how to get these tickets. This is a game plan I shall not share with anyone, because if there is one thing I learnt from trying to get Beyonce tickets is that people are selfish and people will not help you or explain to you how theyyy have acquired so many tickets and you are not even getting through to the websites.

So May 9th dawned closer and I was both terrified and excited. I made sure to take the morning off work just so I could be there to buy these tickets (THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER). The day before it happened, people who are usually rude to me were actually saying they hope I got these tickets because they can tell how much I want it. I was both grateful and worried that they were secretly cursing me :'). But seriously, I think everyone could tell that if EVERYONE I HATE and people who barely love him managed to get tickets and I was left with nothing, that might as well be the end of everything for me. AGAIN, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING AND YOU CAN CALL ME A FAN GIRL BUT IT IS EMINEM. EMINEM. ARE YOU CAPABLE OF COMPREHENDING THAT BECAUSE I STILL CAN'T.

So the sleep I had before he morning of the 9th was possibly the worst sleep of my life. I woke up, tired stay calm, spoke on the phone to Zara as it all happened. 9am came and we began the quest. And somehow, at 9.01, I got tickets.

I got tickets.

Even when I write the words it still doesn't sink in. Zara and I both didn't know how to act. We still don't know how to act. We kept reminding each other and it still didn't sink in. So on my journey to work I thought I would listen to Eminem to get in the spirit of everything....Listeing to Eminem had always given me immense satisfaction, but on this day, listening to Eminem had a whole new level of amazingness. My ears felt blessed, as though baby angels were blowing me kisses and I didn't care that baby angles kissing me is creepy because it still somehow felt good. I was smiling at people. ME. And then I WAS HAPPY.  I said HEYYYYY to people I do not particually like, I probably gave people forgiveness they did not deserve, I hugged people I would not touch on a regular day, all because it was EMINEM DAY. Anyone who encountered me on that day was a lucky basatard because I promise you anything I did on that day was just because it was that day. Otherwise, life would be very different.

This is probably the most obsessive I will ever be about a person, and that is ok, because whoever receives my obsession is lucky.

Until July 11th however, I am still in a state of disbelief....

I am going to see Eminem... 6 words I never thought I would say. I HOPE NOTHING GETS IN THE WAY OF THE DAY AND I CAN FINALLY SAY THAT I SAW HIM <3

Monday, 5 May 2014

Do-Nut Get in The Way of My Doughnut

I like food, I like lots of food. Food is great. Sweet or savoury tooth? I am both. After a meal however, I often find myself fantasising about something sweet. It seems I cannot eat something savoury if it is not followed by something sweet. For example, if for breakfast I am having toast, I must have two toasts, one with a savoury option and one with a sweet. This goes into an endless cycle of the need to balance out something savoury with something sweet then something sweet with something savoury. 

The other day, I needed my something sweet.

My Gregg's Iced Ring Doughnut.

To the average onlooker, it's just any old doughnut with a bit of icing. Some may say its too sickly sweet, some may say the pastry itself isn't overwhelming. To these some, I say...

Nothing. I let them believe what they want because MAYBE then it will prevent this doughnut from ALWAYS BEING SOLD OUT :'(. I travelled out of my way to get this doughnut, and on try THREE it was still sold out. I cannot explain to you the pain I endured. I purposely walked home in the rain because I didn't want anyone to see my tears...

That was until, one day, when I desperately wanted to fulfil my sweet craving with the iced goodness, I decided to give it one last go. I walked into Greggs...and there they were in all their whitey brown glory. I asked the man who served me for 2 (one being 55p) and whilst I asked him I gave him an entire story about how this Greggs is now my favourite Greggs and he may not realise it but I am now at this precise moment the happiest and most excited girl he will ever encounter.... I myself was shocked in how nice I was being, and I think he was too, because then he offered me a special discounted price of 4 for £1. Yes, you read that right. 

If there is anything I have learnt from this, it is to never give up. There may be one place not giving you what you want, but try another. TRY ANOTHER AND YOU WILL GET YOUR DOUGHNUT.

To me, they are great because the icing is sweet yet not too sweet, and is not hard like that annoying birthday cake icing..its smooth...Like a criminal that stole my heart :'(... The doughnut itself isn't dry, but it isn't overly moist that the overall experience is too soft. It has some bite to it. AND ME LIKE TO BITE. And the best part is when you think it is all over, you have icing left on the inside of the paper bag. And you can lick it and people will judge you but you will not care because in that moment people are all shit (like every other moment, but tremendously so in this moment).

I have loved this doughnut since I was 8 years old...Possibly the longest I have ever loved something. So if that doesn't prove how great my love for this is...I don't care because I don't need to prove a thing to anyone,  ok ? :'(!!!

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Emosh Coz of PUPPPPIES

So recently I have found myself in endless tears? 'WHY?' I hear you ask, whilst of course feeling sorry for me. Let me tell you how it all started....

I was on the bus, caught in traffic, late to work, and past the point of anger. I began daydreaming out the window and that is when it happened. A woman was walking her dog across the road from me, and I caught a glimpse of the french bulldog's little legs and I cried. Sigh. I just let it all out. I don't know if it was the final straw from all the emotions I had been feeling that day already, but when I saw that dog's little legs that were like nubs I just could not contain myself.

Then there was the fluffy chihuhua that constantly parks itself outside my front door with its little legs that look like little chicken nuggets and arghhh I JUST WANT TO EAT ITS LEGS. Its just a fluffball with little stubs basically, and I will do everything in my power to be able to own one and just throw it up in the air and catch it. I KNOW WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE NOW....Sigh, trust me to get broody over dogs and not babies hahaha

Woahhhh I gotsaaa back away from all these emotions, but I just can't :'( They are EVERYWHERE I look and they always look at me with those longing eyes and then drop their mouth open with happiness when I stroke them :(

I want one, without having to deal with its constant shitting and pissing and need to be fed. Until then, I have been googling things such as 'fluffy chihuahua' and 'cute shih tzu'. CUTE AND FLUFFY BEING TWO WORDS I DIDN'T THINK WOULD BE A STRONG PART OF MY VOCABULARY...But I dare you to do it without crying.

Monday, 31 March 2014

Just A Lil Rant (Why Pretend You Hate Mother's Day?)

Now I understand people having the right to not celebrate Mother's day...and not participating in a money making holiday etc etc blah blah heard it all before, you're not smart. But when people have the audacity to say 'Everyday is Mother's day'.... Please don't make me laugh..Actually go on..make me laugh..I love to laugh. You are most likely the people who treat your mums like SHIT and pretending you don't just so you seem like a profound hippy philosopher who shows love all day everyday is SAD. If you did, then you would love any excuse to shower her with love. Possibly the only reason I'm glad the day is over...just so I can stop hearing people try so hard to sound clever just to excuse their laziness.