Dear SSBS, Recently I fell on hard times, living in my best friend’s pocket. Back to the job market I went to find work on the line at a plastic press.
Dear Slightly (if I may be so familiar), I have been suffering alone for months, and I am so glad that finally the right advice columnist has come along to help me with my problem.
I used to think that no-one ever really grows up. There are all these milestones that are supposed to signify maturity
I want to tell you about the time I got sick. Not like, “Oh, I have a cold” sick, but “I could very easily die” sick.
Dear Slightly Slutty Barren Spinster I am a gentleman who likes to maintain a high standard of personal appearance and hygiene.
Dear Slightly Slutty Barren Spinster I have been in a relationship for quite some time and, to be perfectly honest, I prefer drinking heavily and wishing my moral compass wasn’t pointing me on a course to propositioning an attractive co-worker to actually being in my relationship.
A couple of days ago I got an email from a real estate who Kim and I had looked at a house with. She wasn’t asking if we had found a house (we have) or if we were selling a house (we’re not) but rather she emailed because she was helping organise collectors for the Breast Cancer Foundation and wondered if I could help be a collector.
By Charlotte McLauchlan So much has been written about it. The enormous life change, the intoxicating love for your baby,
We had always decided that we would be coming home to have children. Hats off to our fellow Kiwis who are doing the hard yards raising a child in London – I do not envy you.
I’ve just been reading Mrs D’s cool as blog about quitting wine.
By Nicole Skews. This blog is an x-post from Coley’s blog which you can find at www.tangerina.co.nz
Part one of an occasional series (when I’ve had enough sleep to enable typing).
I first knew that something was wrong when I went from joking with friends that I would rather jump in front of a truck than work on my thesis to genuinely thinking “is that an option here?”
Get your pitchforks, light up those torches and pack your bags kids cause apparently there’s a bandwagon to jump on and it’s called Condemning Online Bullying.
I have just recovered from a leg infection. Everything about it was awful and traumatising. I feel guilty when I’m sick, like I haven’t done enough to stop the microscopic invaders breaching the natural barrier of my skin.
Sure, watch the Campbell Live coverage of all the people who are still living in very messed-up circumstances. And yes, read the newspaper reports on the battles over the city’s recovery.