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Well. This is it. The worst blog post on all of the internet. YOURE WELCOME, WORLD!

There are approximately a billion half written posts at the moment that are probably never ever going to make it to the light of day. They’re so bad guys. Like….. just so bad. I think I have forgotten how to… Continue Reading →

Catwoman has got nothing on me. Except a sweet outfit and killer body.

I’m the kind of person that like to hold on to the kind of emotional crap that there is really no point in holding on to. Metaphorically. And now, it seems, also, literally. You see, it has recently come to… Continue Reading →

Sometimes shit is the worst. And sometimes, It’s the best. – direct quote from Dickens.

For the past several months I’ve been trying to live up to the idea that things will work out. That if I just get out my own way, something will fall into place because my previous approach of jamming everything… Continue Reading →

My *ahem* lady bits have an arch nemesis. Which is pretty badass, if you ask me.

It’s going to get all kinds of graphic up in here, so grandpa, if you could skip this post, that would be great. Basically, if you’re not comfortable with getting REALLY intimate with my life, you may want to skip… Continue Reading →

I like to reward myself for doing grown up stuff by drinking. Because #balance bitches.

I had another one of those days where being an adult punched me in the face and was all “SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS!” Which I assume is how people with children wake up everyday just all “Oh. Fuck. We made a human… Continue Reading →

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