Nikki Freaking Malvar

I have sadly realised that I cannot commit to anything.

I cannot commit to weekly television because I am too busy eating. I cannot commit to pursuing my dreams because I am still too busy eating. I cannot commit to boys because the ones who like me are too nice, and the ones I have raging boners for are invariably emotionally unavailable. I cannot commit to blogging because I am lazy, so I think posting non-committal pictures of cats will be a good start.

This is me in a nutshell. But get me out of the freaking nutshell, it is salty.

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  1. A cautionary whale

    As petulant children do, Adam and I engaged in a heated argument about Christmas presents this evening. Actually, most of the aforesaid is a lie - we’re on a drought for drama so I find it in good taste to pretend that we fight. To cut a long story short, I threatened to gift him with the ugliest things I could find. Adamant to prove that I meant business, I enlisted in photoshop’s help.

    Lo and behold, the ultimate Fishbook profile picture was born.

    This ridiculous post was brought to you by The One Who Shall Not Be Messed With.