Hello friends, how you doing? I hope everything is good with you. Blessing you with a brief life update today, just letting you know the 411 before we jump on in to today's post. So it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago! I'm officially 24 years of age, though I was still ID'ed in Asda whilst buying paracetamol, so not everything changes. I finally saw my queen of queens, Katya last week too, trust me, if you get a chance to go to a drag show, TAKE IT. I'm pleasant news, it's been nice and warm which is fun. I have also still got the world's largest ankle too, if you're not aware of what I'm calling a sports injury (read, pratting about in the garden), I've torn a ligament in my ankle - I'm Ronaldo and I'm out for the season, I'm a drag queen who can't wear heels, or walk further than fifty feet before complaining. I never thought I'd say it, but OH MY GOD I'm sick of trainers. It's not that I want to wander around in Louboutins either, I just want to be able to wear a pair of bloody sandals.
Anyway!
Last week or so, I wrote a post about the special relationship between pop music and teenage girls. I wrote it after the attack in Manchester, because that monstrosity specifically targeted that bond, and tried to break it. I spent a lot of time this week actually listening to pop music and found it soothing to know that there are some relationships that never go out of style. Without any more waffling, I present...the Pop Playlist, Vol. 1
Pop is the best, listen, dance, smile and most importantly, download Destiny's Child Lose My Breath, because I have a dance routine and could do with the back up.
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