Writers block? Bloggers block.

Since creating this blog I have had so much to write, however thought I needed some sort of introduction before I posted anything. As you can tell, the blog is empty. I just couldn't even think of how to 'introduce myself' in a witty and interesting way. Don't get me wrong, I still can't, but I couldn't even bare to leave I Couldn't Even bare. Ha.

I'm in love with the written word, but not those written by myself. Already I've found myself analysing sentences as they are written; Can I address the reader? Do I even have a singular reader, never mind pluralising the word? 'Pluralising the word', does that sound pretentious? Wait, is it even a word? Yes, yes it is.

So here it is: Hi, I'm Tasmin.

Most of my wild, rebellious life is spent working long ass hours and having nights in with Netflix; so if you're going to be a regular face then do take a moment and brace yourself for the scandalous inner workings of retail and bar work. Just to let you know, I'm rather socially inept unless I'm intoxicated, so when I do take a break from being boring and let my hair down, (in which I mean clip in my extensions), you will soon realise most things that are to be written on this blog have stemmed from drunken notes in my phone which, of course, are never anything but nice. Other than that, it will be crammed with caffein related everything and anything else that tickles my fancy to be honest.

Okay? Cool.