For the past week I've been digging for some light-hearted rantspiration because I feel as if I'm constantly like damn girl, why you gotta be so dark all the time though? Lighten up yo. Except I haven't used the word "yo" since I was 12 when I also used to force my handwriting to resemble… Continue reading Confessions of a Broken Bride
Tag: #selflove
To be.
I am a lot of things. I won't list said "things" because I could be here all damn day hitting you with an epic "about me" essay, but obviously one of the main things I am is a shameless over-sharer. Let's face it, I'm a fan of talking about myself and of my life- the… Continue reading To be.
3 Years of Tiers and Tears
First off, let me just say this. CAKE IS NOT "EASY AS CAKE". Whoever said that- fuck her. Or him. Cake is straight up HARDCORE mafia-level serious business. Not only is it an art, but it's a science. Every little detail matters. Whether or not you sifted your flour, what kind of flour you use,… Continue reading 3 Years of Tiers and Tears
The Cracked-Out-Unicorn That Could. or Couldn’t. Whatever.
Lately? It's like I'm either a cracked-out-unicorn pooping glitter and vomiting sunshine or an over-sedated, insomniac, depressed-about-being-depressed-about not-knowing-what-he's-depressed-about Eeyore (if you don't know who Eeyore is, we can't be friends. Good day sirs and ma'ms). Either way I'm some kind of horse, apparently. So that's just peachy. Unicorn or Eeyore. Horse or horse. (Shut up… Continue reading The Cracked-Out-Unicorn That Could. or Couldn’t. Whatever.
Write & Let Write. Don’t be a DICK.
I'm not ignorant. At least not most of the time. Like except when people who claim to be family or friends or people who "care" give me "healthy" advice like "Starbucks is too expensive you should really consider cutting back." Whhhatt??! How fucking DARE you! You know NOTHING. You are NOTHING! :::slurping noises from my… Continue reading Write & Let Write. Don’t be a DICK.
January 30, 2003
Below is a poem that I've copied word-for-word from my high school journal. I was 17 years dumb. I don't write this type of stuff anymore BUT Paul's recent poem made me slightly nostalgic of the old wanna-be-poet I was once-upon-a-teenage-time AND I've been meaning to reconnect to my teenage self via my old journals… Continue reading January 30, 2003
Lost Fox. If Found- Please Proceed to Nearest Cliff and Toss.
Oh these awkward "restarts" when it's been SO stupidly long since you've seen or heard from eachother that neither really knows how to break the ice or how to do anything really...except fidget around uncomfortably trying to avoid the inevitable eye contact...until (fuckk) there's that split second of inevitable eye contact so you both shadily… Continue reading Lost Fox. If Found- Please Proceed to Nearest Cliff and Toss.
On Turning THIRTY!
It feels like just yesterday I was sixteen and SWORE I was a grown ass woman who was way beyond my years and had it all pretty much figured out: graduate college with a bachelors at age 22. No exceptions. Get accepted into pharmacy school no later than 23. Graduate with my PharmD before 27. Plan my… Continue reading On Turning THIRTY!
