As I creep ever closer to my 26th birthday, I’m starting to reflect on the fact that – contrary to what my chubby lil’ cheeks would imply – I’m actually getting older. And as I am getting older, there’s an increasing number of things that I am OVER, that cause me to get all “ain’t nobody got time for that!” The list of things that I no longer have time for includes (but is not limited to): the Daily Mail sidebar, heels that squash my toes, trying to make halter necks suit me aaaand rings that turn my finger green. Yes, important stuff.