This is the blog version of Frankenstein's monster. Bits of me collected from the web and sewn together with Tumblr thread. I love the mails: saima (at) saimasays (dot) COM
Well done America on escaping the clutches of Imperialism. Much like the classic bully, you were once bullied yourself. #thanksgiving
Me: There are quite a few terms for women based on food like sweetie, treacle, pumpkin… Sister: …and Donna. #ys
What a shitty day.
I have onion breath.
I have written one blog entry this year. Pathetic.
I’m in a vicious sweet-savoury cycle.
Today is about resting and eating.
Refreshing to have a conversation with a hairdresser about Romanian politics rather than “Are you doing anything nice for your holidays?”.
Sister: We’ve done all the work and you just stroll in. You’re like America in WW2! #ys
California Man is on Film 4!
Last night we watched Friends with Benefits. JT really needs to go back to making music.
Wondering if his part in Coming to America was Samuel L. Jackson’s last good role?
Pet hate: Asians who pronounce my name wrong.
Some people have given up their day jobs for the Rapture…this is all sad, not funny.
Husband calls me from the Explosions in the Sky gig I couldn’t make so I can hear my fave song. Love that man.
