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Three reasons to smile

6 Nov

Is it good things or bad things that happen in threes?

I have a feeling it’s actually bad things. But – fear not  – this is a happy post. Three good things happened today.

  1. My presentation went great. In fact, it was two hours long and for about an hour and a half of that I didn’t even think about my ex. Phew. This is perhaps the longest that I haven’t thought about him since the pizza of doom. Yay me.
  2. Sour Apple Chewits were 4/£1 in Tesco. I don’t need to explain why this pleased me.
  3. One of my favourite blogger buddies IntoTheBeauty nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award.

IntoTheBeauty has taste in writing, men and whiskey – and has been an incredible support to me for the past couple of months. So I value her nomination very much indeed. Thank you, buddy.


Apparently I now have to share seven things about myself that you might not otherwise know. And then nominate fifteen other blogs. Gosh, I’m all about the numbers and lists this evening.

Here we go. You might not know:

  1. My favourite thing is black coffee.
  2. My other favourite thing is olives.
  3. I’m convinced that I once got bitten by a ghost (in a graveyard in Key West).
  4. I can name the 50 states of America in alphabetical order and at an alarming pace.
  5. I wish I was Japanese.
  6. I tried to do a week-long juice detox once. I bought all the fruit and veg – 76 apples no less – and got to work with the juicing. Four hours into the detox I started throwing up uncontrollably at work and had to go home sick. I aborted the detox and spent the afternoon eating biscuits.
  7. I wear an animal every day. Not an actual animal or fur, but a squirrel-themed piece of jewelry or unicorn socks, penguin dress, panda T-shirt. You get the idea.

And my fifteen blogs. Great reading for anyone (especially poor, broken hearted cats like myself).

  1. Time is of the Essence
  2. Online dating – Why I’ll soon be a crazy cat lady
  3. Absence of Malice
  4. The Wholehearted Blog
  5. princessdeficit
  6. thingsmyexsaid
  7. needtoletgo
  8. You’re Just A Dumbass
  9. Dealbreakrs
  10. That Time In My Twenties
  11. Peace, Love & Diet Coke
  12. Lessons from the end of a marriage
  13. So We Broke-Up
  14. TheReporterandTheGirlMINUSTheSuperman
  15. lovetheatrics

That’s me, all listed out for the evening, buddies. Last night I literally cried myself to sleep. I didn’t even know that was actually possible. I guess crying is pretty tiring. Tonight I’m going to feel good and try to focus on lovely things like blog buddies, coffee, upcoming holidays, and unicorns.

Thank you 101 times over

28 Oct

Dear blogger buddies

This morning I woke up to find my silly blog has 101 followers. Not even just 100, but 101.

My little broken heart felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

The past twelve weeks have genuinely been the worst experience of my life. I know that probably makes me sound like a spoilt brat who hasn’t had anything bad happen in life. And, you know what? That might be true. But it doesn’t change the fact: this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

Eleven weeks ago, I turned to Google and stumbled upon some breakup blogs. Thank goodness I did. After reading as much as I could take in, I created Pizza of Doom so that I could get the awful things in my head out of my head.

What I did not expect was to ‘meet’ all of you lovely, lovely people. From my little bubble in London I’ve been able to share in your stories and share mine with you, whether you’re in Iowa, Boston, Maine, Toronto, India, Panama, New Zealand, well, wherever you are.

Rewind eleven weeks and I didn’t think I could get through August. Well, low and behold, it’s nearly Halloween. Honestly, there are days I couldn’t have got out of bed without your words of wisdom and support. Sometimes the only thing of any comfort has been knowing that you understand.

To know I have 101 followers (three of whom are friends in the real world – thank you, Jennie, Kate and Rosie). Well, it makes me feel connected. It makes me feel good.

I’m still sad every day, and I’m afraid I’m going to keep writing and moaning about this for a very long time.

But one day I hope to tell you that I feel amazing.

One day I hope to tell you I’m over him.

One day I hope to tell you I’ve eaten pizza again.

Lots of love, buddies. You keep me sane.

April x