Monday, 29 May 2017

So I'm 30

So I am 30 and I still clearly don't have my shit together. I am writing this and posting this 4 days after it should have gone live and it doesn't end there. I have not touched my Facebook, Twitter, worked out or done anything I should have in the last week.

Now, I could blame this adulting fail on work, last week was indeed shit. However, that isn't the reason. The reason is when I took my holiday from work instead of doing the things I planned and getting on top of what I needed to, I did nothing and drank. So my blog and all things related are now suffering because there aren't enough hours in the day.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know what's going on and explain why this and my next post will be late. I need to go and dry my hair before work. But, I'll leave you with this question: What was your last adulting fail? Let me know in the comments below, and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 19 May 2017

Lost Cause At 30

I was having lunch with my Mom the other day and we were talking about my upcoming 30th birthday and in this conversation, she casually commented that she’s long given up on my getting married and having kids. First things firstthanks mom, love you too, and second of all; I’m 30, I am not past my sell by date just yet.

I knew what she meant, however, days before my 30th part of me heard that comment as her calling me unlovable and telling me I was going to die alone. When in fact she was commenting on how happy I seem on my own and that I’m not longing after anything, love or kids. I am happy and am kicking butt at the minute.

Despite knowing what she meant, part of me is a little hurt. Why can’t I kick butt and have love and kids too? I’m 30, there’s still time, my eggs are rotten yet. I am, despite my mother’s comment, lovable. I mean, perfectly messed up unavailable men are into me, so surely there must be a decent one out there somewhere I don’t repulse.

Or maybe I’m wrong and I am an egg salad sandwich; bonus points if you know what that’s from. Anyways, I am going to go and drink, because that’s what unlovable people do. But, before I go I have this question for you; at what age are you a lost cause? Let me know in the comments below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 12 May 2017

Positive Place

Strange thoughts enter your head when you sit down to write a blog post, and today is no different. As I sit here on May 11th I’m realizing this is likely the last post I will write as 20-something. I feel like this post should be something special, and conclude the entertaining drama that was my 20’s, but I just can’t do that. I’m entering my 30’s in uncertainty. I don’t have all the pieces figured out just yet, however, I’m oddly ok with that.

A lot of doors are now closed and in an odd way, that’s a good place to start. I know where I’m not going and that’s almost as good as knowing where I am. I’m in a very positive place with everything. 30 is definitely a fresh start.

And on that same note, when Mr. X posed the question “What do you want from me to see in your 30's?” the other day, my instant thought was “for you not to ruin my 30s too.” Which is an unfair comment on my part. He was a time suck for sure, however, that time suck stopped me from doing some dumb things. And he didn’t ruin my 20s, he gave me the script for one hell one a good book/movie one day. I didn’t answer him in the end. He said something about I could have asked for flowers... Mr. X and flowers… I doubt even I’ve been that drunk to think that’s a thing. I think nothing is the much safer answer.

Someone did ask me if me the other day if Mr X will play a part in my 30s. And I suspect he will, we’ve been friends for many years, however, his part will be much smaller. Life moves on and relationships change. It’ll be interesting to see what happens.

Anyways, my bottle of wine is cold now, so I am going to go and drink it. Before I go though, I have this question for you; What do you regret not doing before you turned 30? Let me know in the comments below. And, as always, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 5 May 2017

Hello May, Good Bye 20s

Hello May, and by hello May, I mean; when the heck did May happen?

As I sit here, I only have 13 days left of my 20’s. I am nearly 3 decades old. Boy, does that sounds odd and a little depressing. Yet, I’m excited. It almost feels like a fresh start.

My 20’s were full of “learning opportunities”. Some of which I needed to learn multiple times, before they sunk it. Entering my 30s, I feel like I’m in a good place, not the place I had planned, but a good, a solid place, having learned a lot from my 20’s. Probably more than I would have liked. I feel like I’ve grown a lot in my 20s and am ready for that the next decade has to bring.

It’s a much different feeling then I had when I turned 25. Boy, I didn’t handle that one well. They call it a quarter century crisis. All I can say is it made for a rough birthday. But I’m hopeful since that went so poorly, 30 will be a walk in the park. I mean, surely I can’t lose it over a birthday twice in 5 yearsright?

That said, to be safe, I’m keeping my actual birthday low key. I won’t be celebrating my birthday till the end of June, start of July. I figure if Canada is cool about turning 150, 30 should be nothing. So, me and a friend are going to go to London to see a show and celebrate Canada day. Keeping the focus off me and my age.

Anyways, I am going to go and enjoy a bottle of wine and take joy in the fact, I only have 4 shifts left at work before I break up for 12 days. But before I go I have this question for you, how did you spend your last birthday? Let me know in the comments below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 28 April 2017

The Pattern of Mr. X

I was chatting with a friend regarding the whole Mr. X having working sperm thing and she said something kind of interesting. She said she wasn’t surprised by the action, she was surprised by the timing. 

And until she said that, it hadn’t crossed my mind what time of year it was. Mr. X has a pattern that is known not only to me, but my good friends and even some long time readers have picked up on it. Mr. X, kind of like a rash, tends to flare up twice a year. And thankfully, the flare ups are pretty predictable. He tends to flare up in December (most famously the Christmas eve incident) and then again in May (take your pick of the re-appearing Mr. X incidents I found 3 without really looking).  He’ll pop up elsewhere throughout the year, however, they tend to be his big shows.

This has me a little worried; if this is what he’s doing in April, what does he have planned in May?

Hopefully nothing, and he shot his horrors early this year. Maybe if Punxsutawney Phil doesn’t see his shadow Mr. X comes early as well. Who knows.

Anyways, I just thought that was an interesting Mr. X fact for you. I am going to go and enjoy the bottle of wine that is currently in my fridge. But before I go I have this question for you, what May traditions do you have? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 21 April 2017

Flipped My Bitch Switch

There was one last thing I wanted to touch on in this whole mess; and that’s the message that flipped my bitch switch, and took me from sad, and hurt to murderous.

I’d like you to bear in mind the conversation before the below message was about him not being happy in his marriage, him wanting to leave, then he dropped the baby news on me, and said he felt he needed to stay. Then he sent me this.

“You and I would have been either awesome or awful
But I don't deserve you
I would never ask you to be the "other woman"
Forget the morality - I don't deserve one night with you
Simple as that”

I lost my shit; I won’t lie and it wasn’t pretty. I know on some level that message should have been a compliment, however, all I could think is how self-centered it was. It’s all about him. What he does or doesn’t he deserve. WHAT ABOUT ME?

Do I not deserve a chance with the man I stood by all these years? Do I not deserve a chance to see what is there? After everything he put me through do I not deserve a happy ending?

He is right, he doesn’t deserve me. I’m far too good for him. But that was my choice to make, not his! But the little chicken shit is too scared, he’s too scared to be happy, because he doesn’t think he deserves it. And up to now I disagreed with him. Hell, all I ever wanted was for him to be happy. Now... Now, even I’ve lost faith.

I almost feel his want to be unhappy is stronger than anything. He feels like he has what he deserves and he’s content with that. And just the thought of that makes me cry. And then gets me angry, because the last thing I should be doing is crying over him.  It’s self-inflicted. The same way he laughs when I’m hungover, I should be mocking him now. But, I am not. Why? Because I’m a casualty in his self-inflected ciaos. And as we’ve seen he has no concern for that fact.

Anyways, I’m hoping some of that made sense. It definitely made me feel better to say it, so that’s win. I am going to go and enjoy what remains of my day off. But before I go, I have this question for you, what flips your bitch switch? Let me know in the comments below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 14 April 2017

The Aftermath

Just so you know where we are in the timeline, I’m writing this Monday morning, 2 days after “the news” and about 30 seconds after I decided it was necessary to release my last post nearly a week early and on a non-scheduled day.  I did that for a lot of reasons, but most importantly to keep you guys as close to the events as possible (timeline wise) and in turn stopping me having to revisit things making it easier to heal. 

I didn’t sleep well Saturday night; I wrote my post, logged everything off, even turned my phone off, with the plan of just sleeping it off. My body didn’t agree with that plan. I kept waking up in a panic with my heart racing. I’d calm myself back down and then an hour or so later, it would happen again and that was the story most of the night.

Sunday, I’ll openly admit, I didn’t get out of bed. I spent the day in bed, cuddling a teddy bear, staring at the wall. My TV was on, but, I think I even look it. I was just, broken is probably the best way to describe it.

After I failed to show up to lunch plans I had previously arranged, the gay husband showed up to check on. My phone was still off, which might be a first. He walked in the door and asked, “are you ok?” and I said without even looking at him, “No”, he asked if I wanted to talk about it and again I said “no”. He asked if I planned on getting out of bed. And I said “no”. He then asked if I wanted him to join me, and I simply replied “k”. He crawled into bed next to me and just laid with me, didn’t say a word. At some point I most have finally nodded off and he went home.  I woke up less fuzzy headed, but still not ready to leave my bed. I just spent the rest of the evening curled up hugging the same teddy bear, staring at the wall.

This morning is better. I’ve processed what I needed to process and I’m ok. I suspect I will break down and cry at some point, because I’ll need that to move on. I’m just not there yet. I am actively thinking again, and feeling more able. That said, I know just under the surface it’s still tender and refresh. But it’ll be ok.

I’m going to leave this post here, and hopefully enjoy the rest of my day off before I go back to work tomorrow. Once again, I’m not going to leave a question, but feel free to leave your comments below. And as always, stay and play safe.

The Honest Bitch

Monday, 10 April 2017

A Blogger’s Reaction

Mr. X’s Wife is having a baby.

I received this news a few hours ago as I’m writing this, Saturday in your world. And I’m most surprised how ingrained blogging is in me. My focus has turned very quickly from the effect it was having on me, to my blog.

Let me start by saying, I’m not even going to try and pretend I took the news well. I lost it. I started crying, uncontrollability. I throw up, then slid down the door and just trembled. And once I could see my phone again through the tears, I lost my temper with Mr. X. (I’ll explain that more in a different blog) Despite it all, I feel I restrained myself well. It could have been worse, I definitely had things I could have said and didn’t.

Mainly because my brain switched to my blog. I had posts planned this week; one of you asked the interested question; would the person I am now, date the person Mr. X was. I thought it would make a great post, I can’t write that now. Some of you asked if Mr. X would do another guest post, another great idea. Although I’m not sure I could handle that now. I had all these things planned and it's fucked, he fucked it.

I’ve been blogging over half my life, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising my brain heads there. I’ve often said I blog to stay sane. And I’m fighting to stay sane at the moment. My brain is frazzled, I’m can’t think straight. I’m just holding on to what pieces I can, hoping I don’t fall completely apart.

I am going to go and get some sleep. And hopefully when I wake up I’ll have a better outlook on things. And with a little like this shaking will have stopped because it’s driving me crazy. I should really leave you with a question, but I have too many to ask and none of which I truly want answers too.

Anyways, as always, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 7 April 2017

Not What I Thought

I’m a little over a month away from I kiss my 20’s good-bye and enter my 30’s and I can say one thing for sure, I’m not where I thought I’d be.

Physically; I still haven’t bounced back from the issues I had with my back. I’m getting back slowly, but I wanted to be me again by the time I hit 30 and that’s not going to happen at this rate by the time I’m 35, maybe.

Career; In an ideal world, I didn’t want to still be working my day job. I wanted blogging to be my main income. In a non-ideal world, where I was still working a day job, I wanted a management roll by the time I hit 30. Not happening. Not likely to happen either, ad blockers suck and I keep pissing off management with my logic.

Relationships; I wanted to be married before 30, because I wanted to start thinking about kids at 30. My logic being I’d be a strong place in my career by then and having kids wouldn’t impact me too hard. What a pipe dream that turned out to be. I’m very single, having even met a guy I can tolerate in years. And thanks to the overgrown children I work with, I’m not even sure I want kids anymore.

Life is definitely not what I thought it would be. I guess as my 30th approaches I need to take a hard look at life and change the mental image I had and with a little luck shape it into something better.

Anyways, you sexy beasts I am going to go and have a drink because getting old is depressing. But before I go I have this question for you; What did you think your life would be like at 30? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 31 March 2017

Good Idea, Gone Bad

I really must learn to leave well enough alone. I just had to test whether I was dead inside or if it just the work effect. I just had to knowI’m a dumbass.

“Sure, I miss that face, that skin, that kissing ability, that sarcasm... but someone who gets me, someone who understands me, more than most - It makes me miss you.”  - Mr. X

If I was at work, I know for a fact, that wouldn’t have had any effect on me. But, because I was at home, all the feelings. It made me remember that connection we had and why I loved him. It made me remember he wasn’t always evil.

I’m a fucking genuine. I get mad at him for frustrating comments, that are useless in the grand scheme and there I am doing the same sort of thing.

Anyways, I’m going to go and drink and pretend I didn’t open that whole can of worms.  But before I go I have this question for you; what was the last thing you regret doing? Let me know in the comment box below. And, as always, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 24 March 2017

Let’s Get Drunk and Talk

Let me start with normal disclaimer: This post will be written drunk and edited drunk. Once I have sobered up I will not touch the post again.  I will of course answer comments and all that, but there will be no sober editing done. Now that that’s all been said, let’s bring on the tequila.

Mr. X that is the big question and something both you and I and probably him would like answers on.

1.      “I miss you” is the most useless, misleading, bullshit comment ever spoken by a human being.

That statement makes me more angry than anything. It’s designed to be an emotion fuck. It’s a “I’m in a happy marriage, but I miss you.” How useless and utterly disruptive is that comment? It achieves nothing. Other than evidently pissing me off.

2.      Balance

Balance is the answer to all popular question “why are you still friends with him.” Mr. X has always brought balance to me and me to him whether he likes to admit it or not. Maybe not as much these days, because I’ve learned and have been able to take his heartless logical… ness and implement it myself. But, he still is a source of reason for me.

3.      I will not be “the other woman”.

While Mr. X is married, he will not be touched in any way by me! Other then maybe me slapping him, because…. I’m sure he has it coming. I will not play second fiddle to anyone and that’s that.

4.      Is there a future?

I have never ruled out anything with Mr. X. Our history is undeniable. The spark is undeniable. That said, we never dated, we never had time to learn each other, so I’m not going to say I’d marry the man, but I’d be willing to see what is there.

5.      I don’t know what I feel!

Mr. X has and always will have a special place in my heart. We’ve been through a lot. Forgetting the romantic side, which was a shit show. He’s always been a good friend to me and someone to lean on. He’s been one of those people who make you better… his method may be questionable, but the results there.

All that said, my point about never dating remains. I wish we gave it shot back then. I wish we could have seen what was there. I wish things had gone differently, but they didn’t. And life goes on and things, at least for me, worked out well. 

6.      I wish nobody failure in their marriage.

Do I wonder how things could have gone? Of course. But life wrote a different story. And maybe it’ll bring us together one day so whose knows. Maybe he needed marriage number 1 to change him to be better for marriage 2.  I don’t pretend to know what the future has in store. I just hope he’s happy by the end of it.  That’s all I really want, is him to be genially happy.

And since that sentence made me cry, today’s drunk blog is over. I hope it was entertaining, made sense, answered some questions, and more than anything I hope the hangover won’t make me pray death. Before I go I’ll leave you with this question: what are your hangover cures? Let me know your answer to that, any other thoughts you may have in the comments below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 17 March 2017

Dead Inside

I’m starting to worry that I am slightly dead inside. I’ve spent years building walls and toughening up to become the strong woman I am today. Working in such a male dominate environment has really focused me to be less emotional and almost detached in order to be taken seriously and gain success. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t always succeed in keeping my emotions in check, but it takes a lot for me crack these days.

With all that said; I think I may have done too good of a job. I know what I should be feeling regarding the whole Mr. X thing, yet I feel nothing. It’s like my brain hasn’t taken the information in. I’m not sure if it’s because every time he’s spoken to me, I’ve been at work or if I’m genuinely broken.

 I’m fairly switched off at work; I have a job to do and I get it done and once I leave it never happened. It’s a stressful job and I find that the easiest way to stay sane. So, I’m wondering if that’s why Mr. X hasn’t sunk it. He spoke to me at work, we had the needed conversation and I came home as if nothing happened.

 Either that or years of dealing with fuck-wit men has left emotional scarred and broken. Either, or really.

Anyways, I’m going to go and have a nap. But before I go I have this question for you; do you compartmentalize work and real life, or do you have a different way of dealing with stress? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 10 March 2017

"I Miss You"

I’ve been a little baffled by my lack of reaction to this whole “I miss you” thing. And after a little thought; more than I’ve given the actual statement in all fairness, I think I understand why. I miss you is a very vague statement. In the grand scheme of things, it means almost nothing, and that’s probably why I’ve felt almost nothing regarding it.

I miss my old Corsa. I’m not going to do anything about it, the car is nearly 20 years old at this point and is long gone, but I miss it. It was a good car to me. That about sums up Mr. X’s statement. I’m broken down car with fond memories attached.

"I miss you" is so vague, what does it even mean? Does it mean anything? I suppose if I want these questions answered I should just ask Mr. X.

But, do I want them answered?

I feel I may be too sober for this conversation. Actually, I feel like I’ve been tricked into having a different conversation, one I didn’t want to have. Because you should never ask questions you don’t want the answer to. And I don't think the answer benefits me in any way. 

Anyways, I am going to go and… drink. I think drinking is the answer here. But before I do, I have this question for you; What does “I miss you” mean and do I want the answer? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 3 March 2017

Mr. X's Come Back

They say when women spend a lot of time together their cycles sync; after working in a male dominated industry for almost a decade I’m positive male cycles do the same thing. And before you a say anything, yes men have hormone cycles too. They just don’t bleed, they turn into whiny-ass bitches instead. And on my last shift this week, I swear 80 percent of my drivers were PMSing. It was a night from hell, and it wasn’t the work causing the stress, it was they guys and their attitudes.

While dealing with the headaches above, I look down at my phone and noticed Mr. X’s head popped up on Facebook. I figured what the hell, after the night I was having, what’s one more headache? I mean, I may as well deal with whatever he has to say while my night is already crap so I can enjoy my 4 days off in peace.

I look down and his comment was regarding my last post, which I figured it would be. He said he liked the post and that he swore he doesn’t try to torment me. I had two instant thoughts

 1)      If you liked it, I hope you clicked an ad.
 2)      Hmm, yeah you do.

I just replied back with “thanks” and waited for the ball to drop and it soon did. He came out with “Do you want me to be flat out honest with you?” Me being me and not really being fully in the conversation replied with “if you’d like.” He then said “I would” and then he did something he calls me out for all the time. He’d typed and deleted and typed and deleted. He eventually added “The only variable is: What do you want to know?”. 

Bearing in mind the night I was having, dealing with man-children; all I was thinking was “dude, you clearly want to tell me something. Just fucking tell me.” Admittedly, I thought it was going to go a different way than it did.  If you’ve been here a while you’ll remember the last time Mr. X had something to tell me, he told me he loved me and vanished for 6 months. I eventually replied with “Whatever you'd like to tell me.” A fairly nice response given my mind-set.
“I miss you”, was what he said next. Then he said he said to go and went.

The reaction in my head was a little detached to say the least, it was “bullshit you don’t say things just to torment me.” And then I went back to answering my phones at work.

I’ll be honest, it’s been 24 hours and I don’t think I’ve processed any of it. I came home from work yesterday had… a lot to drink, and went to bed. I woke up at 2am and wrote this. I think that might be my next post. I’ll sit down and write and let my brain figure everything out.

Anyways, that’s you up to date. And I need to go and get dressed and take my car in, hopefully it doesn’t cost me too much. But, before I go I have this question for you; do you think Mr. X says things just to torment me? Let me know the answer to that and any thoughts you may have in the comment box below. And as always, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 24 February 2017

Mr. X Baits Me

At this point I’m sure Mr. X baits me on purpose, he plots things to say that he knows will just niggle and eat at me and just lays back at waits for the show. And because I’m a dumbass I take the bait most of the time, and this time is no different.

I was talking to Mr. X a few weeks ago, and he came out with this line, “I always feel I get a more honest assessment of how you feel about me when my name is Mr. X” ….  I’m only human. I tried, But, how can I not bite at that one?

To Mr. X’s credit, he's right, despite him asking me flat out how I feel, I will never give him a straight answer. The most obvious reason for this is he’s married. I have a moral standard that I will not get involved in anyone else’s relationship. My feelings are none of his business.

The other reason is for own protection. As much as I have forgiven him and am thankful for how everything turned out. I haven’t forgotten. I was a mess for a long time and I can’t risk him putting me back in that space again. I’ve come a long way, but that man is dangerous. 

So why blog? I’m assuming that’s the question, or at least it would be mine.

The answer, unlike the Mr. X situation is simple, business. My Mr. X posts do very well. They are some of my highest viewed, most shared posts. I’m not sure whether it’s because people can relate or if they just enjoy knowing someone’s love life is more messed up then theirs, but they read nonetheless so I continue to write. And to be fair writing is cheaper than therapy, so I don’t mind.

I guess the question  remaining is how do I feel? And I don’t really have a good answer for that question. Do I think about him from time to time? Yeah. Do I wonder how things could have been? Of course. Do I wonder if there is a future? Once in a while, mainly when I’m stupidly drunk. Do I still have feelings for him?  I’m sure on some level I do, but at this point they’re so buried even I can’t be sure, nor am I sure I really want to know. A bit of shitty answer I know, but it's the truth... maybe I'll do a drunk post one day and we'll all find out the answer together. 

Anyways, that’s me done, I am going to go and get some much-needed sleep before I am back at work tomorrow. But before I go I have this question for you, do you ever wonder about an ex? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 17 February 2017

Different Views

Work is becoming very interesting; a lot of the truck drivers are ex-forces and with that tends to come a more conservative view. I, on the other hand, am very liberal in my views. I am pro-choice, I’m for the legalization of marijuana and I’m even for the legalization of prostitution.  

So, it’s very strange being in an office where people agree with Trump. I live in England so our views and options on the matter are pretty much worthless anyways, but, it makes me see people in a different light.

I can’t figure out whether some of my colleagues are ill-informed, trolls, stupid or just plain old racist. They’re applauding Trumps ban on muslins. I have no issue with a country controlling its borders, that’s part of why I voted to leave the EU. I do have an issue with a ban that’s based solely on a religion. I wouldn’t want to be judged based on the actions of the Westboro Baptist church or the KKK, so why judge another country solely on their whack jobs.

I believe Trump to be mentally ill, it’s the only way I can fathom a president sending out his press secretary to attack a retail store. The alleged leader of the free world basically called Nordstrom a terrorist, I hope he’s mentally ill or that’s some scary shit. And equally as scary is the special breed of person that seem to find this ok.

I’m not sure how to deal with these people. I’ve always tried to live by the phrase “you can’t argue with stupid.” And I try not to, but it’s hard to let some of it go over my head. I swear some of it is so stupid it almost hurts.

Anyways, I am going to go and try and get another post sorted before I head back to work, but before I go, I have this question for you; How do you deal with people who have different views than you? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 10 February 2017

Too Many Good Decisions

As I sit here on a Sunday morning trying to write my post of the week before I head back to work tomorrow I’ve come to an interesting conclusion; I’m not making enough bad decisions.

To a normal person that probably sounds like a good thing, like I almost have my shit together. However, as I keep saying, I’m not normal, I’m a blogger. And as a blogger if I keep making smart decisions I am going to run out of things to write.

Things are so bad at the minute I’m debating getting drunk and meeting up with Mr. X, if history is anything to go by, that should give me blog material for a month or so. Then again, if I did that, people would need to start clicking more ads to pay the necessary therapy that would result in.

A drunk evening with Mr. X, does anyone remember when that sounded appealing? Now it sounds like a lot of work and a shit ton of unwanted drama. I think it’s safe to say I’m getting old. Hell, the crazy cat lady path is sounding more and more appealing.

Anyways, I am going to go and come up with a plan to make some poor life decisions that won’t scare me permanently. But before I go, I have this question for you; what do you do to get yourself out of a funk? Let me in the comments below. And as always, stay and play safe.

The Honest Bitch

Friday, 3 February 2017

“I Know It’s Not You But…”

“I know it’s not you but…” and 6 little words that instantly get my back up. Mainly because they’re normally followed by a grown man whining like a toddler at me for 10 to 20 minutes about something they’ve already admitted isn’t my fault.

On what planet is already to yell at someone for something they didn’t do? I understand a lot of drivers, driver because they do not have the social skills needed to deal with society. However, I work in transport because I don’t have the patience to deal with society.

My original plans were to go into teaching, however, after a week of work experience I discovered I don’t like kids. And now I basically work with them. I swear last week alone these were actual complaints I hear from grown men…  “His truck goes faster than mine.” “He’s worked less hours.” “I’m not picking that up, I didn’t go it.” ….. From grown ass men. Grown ass men that earn about twice what I do, I might add.

Please don’t get me wrong, I really do enjoy my job for the most part. It’s a unique challenge that you just don’t find with other jobs. I’m regularly required to use the non-logical problem solving areas of my brain that most sane people don’t know are there.  When you find an answer to a problem that makes no sense on paper, but works perfectly that’s my job and it’s wonderful. It’s the whiny bullshit that makes it hard.

I left my last job due to hordes of managers moaning and whining and now I have hordes of drivers doing the same and I’m not sure which is worse at this point. I guess at least I can tell drivers to shut up…. Although when I do that, I then get managers crying at me. So, I guess I can’t really win.

Anyways, you beautiful bastards, I am going to go and get some much-needed sleep after a long week at work, but before I go I have this question for you, what do you like the most and the least about your job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 27 January 2017

Still Sick

I should be getting ready to go out and get smashed with my co-workers, however we’re all ill. Which makes for an incredibly boring post. I’ve been sick for just under 2 weeks and my biggest accomplishment in that time is not throwing up on my keyboard at work.

It’s very frustrating, I have a million blog ideas, but no energy to write any of them. This bug has made me so tired it’s unreal. Which is everyone’s complaint with it, I know. But nonetheless frustrating.

Anyways, I just wanted to hop on and apologise for being a bad blogger. But I figured a crappy little post was better was better than missing one completely. Before I go back to sleep, I’ll leave you with this question, what makes you feel better when you’re sick? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Friday, 20 January 2017

Sick Day "Routine"

I’m currently lying in bed with a fever of 101, watching YouTube videos, more specifically sick day routine videos. And all I can say is a lot of these beauty gurus are full of shit when it comes to their sick day routines.

“When I get sick, I like to go to get some fresh air and go for a walk.” “When I’m sick there are two things I like to do relax and clean.” – What the hell!?

I understand YouTubers need to get views and ideas can be hard to come by, but give me a break nobody’s sick day routine consists of 12 skin care products and cardio routine.

I’m pretty sure most people’s sick day routines are the same; sleep, TV, and more sleep. When you’re truly sick you don’t to be doing anything and your body isn’t up doing anything so the idea of a routine is ridiculous.

That said, I thought I’d share my “routine” with you guys, and I use that word loosely, so you can let me know if I’m crazy, maybe a cardio workout is perfectly normal and I’m the weird one.

When I’m being a good sick person my “routine” consists of drink a lot of hot drink. I’m not  a hot drink drinker, but when I am sick I do like them. It helps break up mucus and makes breathing easier and it also helps kill and flush out the evil bugs that are making me sick.

The next thing I try and do is force myself to take a shower, I win some, I lose some on this one. I know I should as it helps with mucus and it also washes off any germs you have gotten your skin from coughing and nose dripping. But in all honesty, sleeps sometimes beats out showers.

If I’m being a really good sick person, I’ll put on moisturizer. When you’re sick your body doesn’t care about your skin and nor do I normally. I figure I have many products to fix any issues I may have once I’m feeling better.

The rest of my “routine” is sleep and TV. And that’s about it, if I’m up to it maybe food, but mainly sleep. And definitely, no cardio.

Anyways, I am going to go back to bed as I am feeling worse by the second. But, before I go, I have this question for you; what is your sick day routine? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 13 January 2017

Beautylish 2017 Lucky Bag

This morning my 2017 Beautylish Lucky Bag finally arrived and I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and do an unboxing for you.

Every year Beautylish do these lucky dip bags for $75 and you get items valuing at least twice that amount. I am an international customer, so on top that I have to pay $15 shipping and $18 duty so in total my bag/box costs $108 roughly £89.

From watching a lot of un-boxings I knew what the first item was from the shape before I even unwrapped it. And sadly I wasn't very happy about it. It was the Wayne Goss "The Brow Set". Don't get me wrong the brand is fantastic, however I don't do my brows. The item itself is worth $55 so I knew right off the bat a large chuck of the value of the box was an item I wouldn't get much use from.

The next item was also one I was hoping not to get. It was Clean Apothecary - brush shampoo in rose. I am loyal to my beauty blender solid, nothing works as well as it does. I will give this a try, but I would have rather just skipped it. It sells for £15 on Beautylish so not worth a lot from the total of the box so I can live with it.

Next up was RMS- Buriti Bronzer retailing for $28 on Beautylish. This product is listed as a bronzer, however, it is packaged like a cream shadow you'd struggle to get a bronzer brush in the pot. RMS is not a brand I've used so I can't comment on that. I did swatch the product and it feels like an oily mess. I think as a bronzer it would clog pores and break me out and as a cream shadow it would crease like a bitch, so I think i'll be passing this item on.

The next item in the box was the IT Cosmetics - Super Hero mascara. I've heard good things about it. It's a good brand and I'll use it so I'm happy about that. Not really wowed by it being in the box, but useful. It retails for $24 on Beautylish.

I have mixed feeling about the next item, Jeffree Star - Velour Liquid Lipstick in Androgymy. I love the color and have I heard good things about the formula. However, I don't support Jeffree Star. In the same way I don't buy Lime Crime, I don't buy Jeffree Star. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it. Like I said I love the color and I didn't buy it as such, but, I think I might have to give it away. It retails for $18.

The last item in the box was one I was actually happy to see. It was the Natasha Denona eyeshadow palette 02. I won't waffle on about this, everyone and their dog knows how high quality her shadows are. These 5 pan pallets retails $48 on Beautylish and if you can swing them are worth every penny.

My total lucky bag was worth $188, with shipping and duty I paid  $108 for mine. I wouldn't have paid $108 for the items in the box personally. However, that's just the luck of the draw and risk you take with any beauty box. That said, I will try and land myself another box next year and hopefully I'll like it a little better.

Did you get the 2017 lucky bag? And if you did, what did you get in yours? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch