30 thoughts from women in their 20s
I have no idea what I want to do with my life, in fact I’m going to sit here, ponder over it and eat chocolate and Doritos until I decide. Every night.
Saturday night clubbing? I would much rather sit in with a mug of tea, eating marshmallows, watching Saturday night TV and crying over the fact I don’t look like Cheryl Cole while squeezing the excess flab on my stomach.
I have definitely worked men out. Wait...no I haven’t. Why is he such an idiot. I hate him. Where’s the Doritos?
Am I too old for Disney films? ........................ No.
Look at that huge pile of washing. I’ll do it tomorrow.
This bedding needs washing. Erm, I’ll do it tomorrow.
Why haven’t I washed my bedding for 3 weeks!?
How many chocolate HobNobs exactly is it acceptable to eat from this pack?
Calories don’t count if they are someone else’s chips.
How exactly does a pension work and do I need life insurance yet? Life insurance is a few quid a month?
That’s my box of Yorkshire Tea. No can do.
Of course I can afford this round of drinks Mum *PLEASE DON’T DECLINE, PLEASE DON’T DECLINE*
Seriously how do people afford the clothes out of this Glamour Magazine, that scarf is more than my monthly wage. I WILL ALWAYS BE POOR!
I hate men.
How many glasses is it acceptable to have in my bedroom?
Is it acceptable to eat this leftover pizza for breakfast? Totally.
I obvs don’t need to go to the gym today, because, well, I walked out for my lunch.
Taking the lift to 1st floor. Sorry, not sorry.
White wine has the same calories as a jam doughnut!? I will never look like a Victoria’s Secret model!
At what point does someone actually become an alcoholic? I mean, just out of curiosity like.
Back when I was a kid...
Oh god I am getting old, even 13 year olds think I’m uncool.
Actually no, I do not NEED this bag of Haribo. I am a strong, confident woma... oooh gummy bears.
AND IIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU. Nailed it.
Hang on, is that a grey hair!? Where’s the Doritos again?
You know, I totally understand Bridget Jones’ pain *picks up the vodka, singing all by myself while stroking my cat*
Oh fab, paid £50 of my student loan off. Just another £20950 to go!
Remind me why I did a degree again?
Top-knot, sheep pyjamas and Cookie Monster top to bed. My milkshake knows how to bring the boys to the yard.
WHAT IS LIFE!