Life has a terribly annoying habit of refusing to stay within the lines.

I like labels. I like questions that have proper, tidy answers. I like stories where the ending makes perfect sense.

Life, however, is having absolutely none of it.

This is a place where I can hopefully put down on metaphorical paper the bits that don’t quite fit, the conversations with mates that carry on (in my head) long after they’ve ended, the ridiculous internal debates between my brain, my heart, and whatever gobshite is currently playing dictator while entertaining feelings that refuse to follow instructions.

So essentially me showing the gloriously, complicated mess of being human, complete with the occasional (ha, right!) swear word.

Let’s see how we get on, shall we?!