What cruel act drives one back to the internet...

Hello, its (Tales of) Layls here. Having been on all modes of tech in the last year, (video, studio, mic, …excel spreadsheets) my firstborn child, yes, THIS VERY WEBSITE has taken a huge hit. This morning I woke up a dreary haze that soon became a storm of fury. Something wasn’t right and my fingers were itchy. It was time to return to the blog.

Having been a scorned beauty influencer/video host and a human who engaged (for a very short lived time) with pharmaceuticals, I now find myself on the shelf, unemployed :-) My humble roots calling out to me. No, not visible greys, but the beautiful sport. Oversharing. Nay, blogging.

Here is my most recent timeline: 2 weeks ago - is robbed of livelihood. 4 days later - goes to Greece on long planned Grecian jaunt. Eats a lot of Tzatziki. Returns. Yesterday - Sinks into deep pit of sadness/spends 4 hours pondering whether I should have just become a lawyer. (Short answer - fuck no.) Today: It is a new day with new possibilities, free access to the internet, stationary bikes, hair dye, and episodes of Made in Chelsea.

For what does it mean when ones mother threatens to fine them for being in their pyjamas at midday? Nothing good I’ll tell ya.