New Final Fantasy landed and breakfast in bed has quietly become a full campaign. The duvet lost, I'm just committed. Come take the other side?
New Final Fantasy landed and breakfast in bed has quietly become a full campaign. The duvet lost, I'm just committed. Come take the other side?
Yes, I'm going to see Westlife and I won't be taking questions. Pre-show wine is poured and the good bra made the cut. You'd scream every word with me, wouldn't you?
Two Halloween parties already circled in my calendar and the costume box is officially open. Devil horns felt like the obvious place to start. Too much or not enough — be honest?
Last night of Sŵn and I'm trading the wristband queue for the Night Market instead — street food and DJs on a balcony sound like my kind of Saturday. The skirt made its decision before I did. Tell me what I'm eating first?
Cardiff's got three different nights fighting over me and only one of these is coming home. This one's winning so far. Think it survives past midnight?
Home from the gig and my ears haven't stopped ringing since. This dress gave up before I did — come finish the job?
Can't sleep and Cardiff's full of new bands from today, so the laptop's out and every stage is getting circled twice. The outfit's still a coin toss too. Come pick my first venue for me?
Sleep gave up on me hours ago, so the kettle's on and I'm counting down until Boltgun 2 unlocks. Nothing says purge the heretics like an empty dark kitchen and me in almost nothing. Come keep the watch with me?
Spent my first hour of Planet Zoo 2 drawing the whole zoo by hand before touching a single menu. Got comfy for it too — possibly a bit too comfy. Tell me my penguin pond isn't genius?
Monday's last hour belongs to me and nobody else. You can look all you want — touching has to be earned. Convince me you've earned it?