I know people talk about the benefits of taking some time away your phone and disconnecting from the world but didn’t actually think anyone was serious about doing it.

As humans on planet earth, life tends to throw us a series of reality-checks which knock us out of la-la

I don't usually wear a badge or carry a banner around about it or anything, but when it comes to sharing personal details, I'm actually really good at it.

As a bit of a weird one, I have a tendency to unintentionally make things awkward for people or stick my head up and get shot at.

Here's why I'm getting it anyway.

Emotional regulation is where a person, who definitely is not me, can manage their emotions without it feeling like they’re herding cats.

Um, I heard about Jeff Bezos’ plans to launch his family into space for an hour...

It's not because you have gastro, you liar.

During The Great Billionaire Body Wash Debacle of 2021, I had a billionaire brainwave where the idea to be LESS of an eco-warrior really hit home.

The psychology of pushing and knowing ya limits + insecurities and money talk.

Because that's just the kind of magic mushroom eatin' 33-year-old I am.

Let's talk psychedelics!

New year, new panic attacks.

If I was born with a half decent voice and a daddy named Billy Ray Cyrus, I probably could have worked out how to become Hannah Montana too.

November 2020 – Unseriously Sincere Ideas Write-Up #03 TODAY IS THE 26TH AND NOT THE 16TH. Yoo-hoo, only me. Sorry, I know

October 2020 – Unseriously Sincere Ideas Write-Up #02 Oh. It’s that time of month again. Not my period, that was last

September 2020 – Unseriously Sincere Ideas Write-Up #01 1. COME IN. LET ME TAKE YOUR COAT. PLEASE SIT DOWN. DID YOU BRING

Something’s happened to me over the last couple of months. Something that’s made me rethink everything I knew about my

Call me a little twat if you will, but I’ve decided I’m a sapiosexual. From what I understand you can’t

When I started writing this I was quarantining in the apartment of someone who lay bedridden with flu symptoms in

One of the things I quite like about the guy I’ve been dating is that he doesn’t have Instagram. Sure

It turns out that reality has everything to do with imagination and nothing to do with being a controlling asshole who confiscates phones and laptops in arguments.

I've come to differentiate between my conservative subconscious bonds with money - where I've avoided mingling with too much sleazy debt - and my more promiscuous conscious attitudes towards it - where money is my bitch and it will come to me if and when I shake my tail feather.

So what I've done is create an open mic comedy platform, which invites people who are interested in comedy to have a go and I get to be the MC by default.

It started with strangers coming together over raw cauliflower, and ended with them comfortable enough to do strange moves with their bodies together.

I've been threatened with a law suit and been homeless for half a year. I have no time to exercise and I'm dating strangers again. Life is fun, what do you think?

For the last three months of my life, for example, I’ve been workin’ 9 ‘til 5, what a way to make a livin’. Literally living my worst professional nightmare because I thought it would make me feel grateful or pleasantly surprised. Okay, whatever, I also wanted money.

How has my pea brain gone from being totally wimpy to sassy enough to make me believe I am a Discomfort Coach in the areas of public speaking, stand-up comedy and adventure? Allow me to explain.

I only consider them serious relationships if I said 'I love you,' I was over the age of 16 and they weren't addicted to meth.

This may sound like death on a stick to some of you trendy middle-class twats I'm friends with because it certainly sounds like that to me. But for right now, at this time in my life, it's kinda perfect.

I have three focuses in my life at the moment. Three very time consuming focuses that demand I be better at life than I have been the past week.

I've always thought 'love yourself' was a stupid term because it repels people who don't like wishy washy hippy dippy bullshit.

People enjoy my honesty in my storytelling, which is splendid because it's one of the higher values I carry with me in this strange world.

The first time I ever had sex with someone who I wasn’t in some sort of relationship with had me

I don’t know how many gigs you have to run before you’re officially a comedian but I’ve done two, so

I live out of a suitcase. I don't even own the suitcase. It's borrowed, much like everything else of any tangible value in my life; accommodation, vehicles, mouthwash.

Dreams take a lot of persistence and neglecting of toenails. But if you're determined to make shit happen, here are five guiding principals to start.

Apparently I’m that into clowning around that I wildly went and registered to do Triple J’s Raw Comedy competition. Dying inside.

I scrounged around for drama workshops on the sunshine coast and voila! I found one to kick my nerves back into action and totally get me out of the house.

There’s a time and a place for overbearing confidence and that’s primarily in the toilet.

Even if I hadn't ever spent endless weeknights binging on straight vodka like Eleanor Oliphant, there was an unhealthy relationship with peanut butter.

They simply had no shame, no idea about personal space and no regard for the rules. They’d chase people. Sniff people. Kiss people.

If you’re a good egg and follow my stories on Insta, you may have been lucky enough to experience the

I hired a car and they TRIED to rip me off charging for a chemical clean. That's like saying you need to shed a layer of skin after you use the bathroom.

Intimate connections with family and long personal friendships are two of the most important contributors to health, longevity and personal happiness. Source.

It was a casual trip to Poundland recently that led me to sneak over to my local park at sunrise

I'm sharing this recording of the monologue I performed at an audition the other week. It's my first monologue performance for the obvious reason that I'm not actually an actress, as much as I'd like to be.

Now I’m not a total princess when it comes to men’s behaviour, but there’s a certain level of dignity I expect a person to bring to the party.

Yes there was one person I found attractive. No he wasn't available because he was married and was just there to meet like-minded people who like to do things commando.

I'm very fond of the great outdoors and connecting with sassy Mother Nature. I also like when I get to wear my hiking clothes because #activewear.

Turns out the Baltic States weren't really considered a holiday destination to most Brits growing up. Not least because the area struggled to receive their full independence from the Soviet Union until the 1990s.

I’ve had a couple of backpacking Aussie guests staying with me for the last few weeks. They’re itchy-ass feet are doing a year-long stay-cay in the UK.

It was 6.50am. And with a sting of regret, I pictured the Fat Controller calling out "all aboard!" somewhere far away at Kings Cross. Choo choo!

If you're not familiar with Cards Against Humanity, it's a game with a dirty/racist/sexist deck of cards, each competitively used to complete obscene sentences.

He also says it’s not fit for single females. But I’m not scared. In fact, the guy in the run-down reception booth wouldn’t take my money until I went upstairs to check the room to make sure I wanted to stay.

Articulating the brand values that drive Comfort is for Wimps is going to help with the production of stronger content for your leisurely reading.

I sometimes get messages of appreciation from strangers, sometimes weirdos from my high school who send dick pics.

The place is like being in a real-life movie. America is just a walking, talking stereotype of food, size and accents.

Right, so I was trying not to drink alcohol this month (formally known as Go Sober for October) and it went about as well as the time I tried to not text my crazy ex for a month.

Comedy often touches on raw nerves, that's why we laugh. It's used to get points across and to talk about uncomfortable subjects.

Some flamin' galahs will be voting NO in the Australian same-sex marriage plebiscite, which is currently costing the country millions.

Recently I stopped eating meat forever. The decision was made one morning watching a very interesting video on YouTube when I was supposed to be in the shower getting ready for work.

I bopped around like a nigel-no-friends for about an hour before Rach approached me checking to see if I was straight ("enquiring for a male friend", apparently).

"We are High Priestesses of Sacred Silliness. We are artists and healers with a mission to empower all humans to be fearless, honest and compassionate."

I've always felt like maybe if I was wearing contacts instead of glasses people might automatically perceive me as less annoying.

It's seriously like a bedroom for ants. Incy wincy spiders would love it in here. Stuart Little should move in.

They both knew something was up when I was saying goodbye, they got really weird and quiet and tried to follow me. I'm tearing up just writing about it.

I'm feeling really emotional today. And it's not because I have my periods. At lunch I went to listen to a free talk being put on for National Refugee Week, by Women for Refugee Women.

I woke up today and I was 30. There's a big three now kicking back where a nice youthful two once stood. It's a bit weird and I feel different. Like hairier or something.

When I got back to work and announced I'd just been stoned in Amsterdam for two days there was an awkward silence that made me think my 'Show & Tell' wasn't appropriate.

I love Moroccan seasoning and chickpeas and everything, but I guess I’ve never known enough about the culture or the country to feel that enticed to visit.

I'm not scared, I'm just bored. Tired of having no one to share the experience with and totally over selfies.

Lebanon "has the most religiously diverse society of all states within the Middle East". So alcohol isn't forbidden and the nightlife is boomin'.

On top of the nightlife seeming like nothing more than stale naan, I also didn't feel like doing much because I was tremendously sad pants.

Choking and speaking in tongues. Well, obviously it sounded like tongues to me. I suppose it was just her native language.

A perfect example of why I think India is a stupid idiot combined with an adorable little sweetheart...

It's actually crazy considering how up in arms we are about hygiene, yet we wipe our butts with tissue??

I wasn't in the head space to be around such disadvantage. Being a privileged traveller in areas of poverty has always torn at me, but today was particularly bad.

Following my last post about being emotional and sad and heartbroken.

I was sure the universe was telling me not to go and I’m still kind of sure the universe was telling me not to go.

There's a bit of a stereotype about people who don't travel. The stereotype says they're uncultured One Nation supporters who go around calling Australia "the best country in the world."

"Busabout is looking for two travel addicts to send on the trip of a lifetime!"

I hate when you wake each morning and have to remember they didn't sleep next to you, and won't be there tomorrow either. But they were here just last week, how can this be?

There are simple ways to attract opportunity by telling the comfort zone to go screw itself in boring missionary position.

My itchy feet have nothing to do with the tinea in hostel showers, it's caused by the tickling angst of wasted opportunity.

I decided I would spend a week trying not to be a judgemental asshole.

Once upon a time I went to Manila and went into Ringside Bar, a bar in Makati, because the sign outside said "Midget Boxing & Girl Dancers" and that allured me.

When you're thinking too far into the future about what you want to happen, you're always waiting. And if you've ever stood in a line, you'll agree that waiting is boooooring.

Marco the street vendor gave up on trying to sell me Viagra and made it very clear that he could supply me with anything.

Cockfighting has been going on in the world for around 6000 years, so regardless of whether I went or not, it's still going to happen. It is a downer, I agree and I don't agree with it.

I admire his swashbuckling attitude towards life, and in particular, food. Nothing phases him. He is a culinary sicko.

Well, to cut it short, I got back to my hometown and was starting to feel like a dog for a best friend was not enough.

The class is promoted as "friendly, non-threatening and drug and alcohol free", which usually suggests to me that something's been designed for recovering addicts

Suddenly I had to stop everything I wasn't really doing to pack my bags and take the first ride I could find to the city. Goodbye morning sex.

It's not a nice story and I would much prefer to be called a wimp than to have had to do this. It was dramatic and traumatic.

I interviewed the survivor of a very serious motorbike accident and was taken on a pretty emotional journey as he shared his darkest moments.

My little brother made an awesome documentary about my blog and the shit I get up to. Now I'm famous in my books.

I’m writing a stream of consciousness. Even though I have chilli tuna oil on my keyboard. Hang on - I’m going to have to wipe it off.

We're working on a government educational institution, a rural TAFE. And to be honest I think my presence is doing them nothing but favours.

Did you know that each year, approximately four million tonnes of food ends up as landfill around the world? Die.