I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
I realize I must be the hugest brat in the world, because ultimately when I have to do any job, I hate it with intensity enough to grow anxiety about it out of my chest and limbs like it’s the worst thing I could be put through. For someone to work two nights a week…
Two. Two is not my favorite number but three is. Yesterday I had the lovely misfortune of getting perched on some 5 thousand dollar chair so I could have some dysplasia removed via colposcopy from my cervix. Go team uterus, I uttered, pissed at my body’s inherent ability to fail me over and over and…
Today is Sunday, the warmest day yet this year I think, and even if it isn’t, I respect the small bits of sun that perks and peaks my skin whenever I can get it. It also happens to be Stupid Bowl Sunday. I grew up watching the game and count it my least favorite team…
