Please help my friend! / Why does this s***t always happen to me?!

Hello again!!

Look at this 2 blog posts near each other can you believe it?! This is actually 1st November. If it gets scheduled or goes up today I'm not sure. To be fair, everyone knows I'll save it and forget for weeks that I haven't published it and then this whole part will be irrelevant but never mind. 

I had to share my terrible week with you. I'm not even sure it counts as a week when we're only on Tuesday but hey I'll add to it if this crap continues. 

Firstly I have an important help notice. 

My friend Sky (@SkyCC_GA on twitter she has a blog too so check that out <https://skylouiseryan.wordpress.com/) is collecting cards for her friends niece who is going through treatment for her second lot of cancer and she's very sick. So if you can help please do! Give her a DM on twitter and she'll send you the address to send them too. Please help as much as you can, it's great to make a little girl smile :) 

Thank you, in advance. 

Now onto my week. 

So, as you know dissertation blah. I was meant to go home to my friends Halloween party on Saturday and I was so sick and busy that I couldn't go. Pissed them right off. Shit. 

Also, I ordered a pizza, actually 2 pizzas. You can judge. I'm a hungry person. Damn. So I ordered 2 gluten free, vegan pizzas, from Zizzi's (which is expensive AF) and no I'm not rich but I was hungry and I can't eat normal food so I though treat yo self gurl you've been working hard. So I did. Using the trusty deliveroo. 

And yano what the delivery guy did?! SMASHED UP MY HOLY GRAIL PIZZAS. I'll insert my email to deliveroo. Cos damn I can't think about it again. It was the most horrific experience. 

<<<Email<<<

Hello,

Tonight I ordered 2 gluten free vegan pizzas using your service. I've used you before and had no issue but tonight was terrible.

When the delivery guy eventually found me he takes out an extremely battered box with cheese all over the opening and then puts the less battered box on top looks at my horrified face and says here you are.

I'm praying that my glorious pizza is fine whilst I walk up the stairs to my apartment. Turns out it wasn't ! It was so badly smashed up that it was bearly recognisable, there was no topping left on the first pizza at all! It was all over the box no cheese, no sauce, just a very soggy all folded over, smashed up base. It was disgusting.

But I still had the shining light of the next pizza. Until I opened it. And it too was in a very sorry state. Topping gone from half of it all in the box up the sides. EVERYWHERE but not on my pizza!!! Also with a smashed up base.

It really isn't acceptable and if I wasn't about to pass out from starvation I'd have left it as inedible. But I had just paid £16 for this rubbish and I'm not made of money. I only ate one because a soggy base with no sauce and no topping is really disgusting.

Please can you help, (i.e. give me a refund because I'm really not happy and neither is the pizza)

Thanks,

<<<insert<<< the rest of the night I spent throwing up that pizza. Not ok.

There's so much and its already 11.30pm. I am TIRED.

I'm actually sick all the time but I'll talk about that another time. So sometimes things are harder than normal but its cool.

Right so, I go to tesco, yesterday? Day before? I'm loosing track of days so bad I've barely been out my room the past 4/5 days.

Honestly, I'm gonna have to finish this another time because I have Tesco stories, Morrison's stories, Curry explosion stories, and I have the concentration span of a fish right now.

In short - dude was a dick to me in Tesco, went to Morrison's weird check out guy just stared at my tits and wouldn't speak to me. Even though I had a mans NUFC football shirt on and my big puffer jacket. It was weird. To top it off finally got hungry after being sick and the curry exploded all over my shitty microwave. It's gone everywhere and I can't deal with it. Like nope. No thanks.

I've also done my washing tonight. I left it too long in the dryer - and have I checked it to see if its wearable anymore? Hell no I haven't. It's in last years Tesco shopper Christmas bag and I'm building up to dealing with it but not tonight satan.

Something else that happened today - I ate a punnet full of grapes in about an hour and then had explosive diarrhoea. All my shit fell out the cupboard onto my HOT stove top and I burnt my hands. Then I was washing up and sliced a chunk out of my hand. Great day.
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I'll catch up tomorrow.

Night!


Yours,


X.

Hiya! Come on in !

Hello everyone! (I say everyone but I doubt many of you are here yet...)

Come in, take a seat.

Cuppa?

Biscuit?                                                         I'll get the tin.

I hope you're all well and welcome to my brand spanking shiny new blog!

I don't think I've introduced myself yet... apologies... my names Rebecca but I go by Bex or Becky, you'll see. I answer to most things to be fair.

Currently, I'm 21 and live in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I'm in my last year of university and I've wanted to start this for a long time but never found the spare hours to get started.

I'm hoping for this to document my travels and adventures in my last year of uni and moving on wherever that will take me. Please come along on this journey with me!

Let's get started!

Yours,

X.

Dear future self,

I hope everything is going well and you're still keep up with this! I hope you've learnt to stop eating the Yorkshire puddings and stuffing, don't tell yourself it'll be fine this time because you know full well it won't. You've had too many sleepless nights from it. Also, buy some nice things for the new flat. Good luck!

Kuppa Coffee

Sat in the back corner of a small quaint café hid behind a hundred books, I scan the shelf of well thumbed and loved paperbacks, a few stand out to me and I wonder how many people have sat
where I do and picked a random book off the shelf; who loved these pieces of literature so much for
them to be so creased and bent with the thrills only a narrative can provide.
I find myself looking at every detail of this little haven. The pictures on the wall full of roses, hearts and love in perfectly proportioned white frames. The lights in cream bird cages, the red sofas with creased cushions laced with stories of the day, how many people had sat there today; shuffled around mid conversation, crossed and uncrossed their legs? The numerous, carefully detailed, clocks on the wall all the exact same size, shape with not a second between them and I begin to wonder.

This all has a story, the boy; I note around my age, who works behind the counter who politely told me on my first visit that the oranges he’d squeezed for me were not as ‘divine’ as usual, however, they still seemed great to me. The small silver swans on the table which kindly fell apart as soon as I touched it, and subsequently took forever to work out how to put back together, let alone the actual use for it which was probably so obvious, yet I still failed to work it out. The vases of silk flowers so deliberately placed identically on each set of tables, they seem so enticing like they should smell freshly picked.

Before I leave I notice a quote printed on the wall behind some seats “Love is beautiful” is that the point of this whole place that I’d so easily fallen love with? It was hidden away in a crevice not only in the wall but in the whole city. This small piece of tranquillity that so many people rush by and never notice, I had walked down this street so many times yet this little haven seemed a mystery to me, a kind of secret garden; hidden down some less than attractive concrete stairs in a tiny corner of this huge city.

If you notice my little haven please visit it!

Yours X.

www.kuppacoffee.uk

Basement, 11 St Mary's Pl, NE1 7PG