My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
I have been plagued by crickets. They're after my soul. I didn't sleep for almost a week because of a cricket outside of my door. Apparently it's mating season. Congratulations, but you can't do that here. At my breaking point, I grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and went out into the courtyard like... Continue Reading →
What a week it has been, especially in the United States of WTF is going on America. My.God. Stand back Schitt's Creek, because this was BY FAR the best comedy of the year. For those of you who watched the (dramatic pause with a big long sigh)..."debate"...I really hope you were drinking. For those of... Continue Reading →
How are all those languages coming along? Remember when a bat ruined my chances at ever seeing Hamilton or having sex? Oh man...let's see...let me look at these tallies I've been making on my wall with lipstick I'll never wear again...it's day eleventy-five of this quarantine and so far my kitchen has flooded, I've murdered... Continue Reading →
Ever feel like you're walking through life blindfolded in the dark searching for a pinata without a bat? Asking for a friend. The universe has always had my back but I feel like she's testing my limits these days. Keeping my eyes peeled for that silver lining like a hawk. I know I'm not alone. ... Continue Reading →
I swear J-Lo is taunting me. Take your 50 year old Goddess body and get out of my face. You and She-Wolf are why men have insane expectations. I didn't look like that when I was in my twenties. I've never looked like that. So thank you to Shakira and J-Lo for making me feel... Continue Reading →
I spent my Sunday night being a basic bitch with a little paint and sip action. This painting started as a wedding gift...ten years ago. No joke. I ended up not going to said wedding and they have since divorced. So it has been behind my couch since 2010 collecting dust...until now. I'm not quite... Continue Reading →
It's October. That spooky time of year. And what's more scary than ghosts and dating? Honestly, you could give me the option of a haunted house and a dating app and I'd probably go for the house. And I HATE haunted houses. I get irrationally scared and the entire time I'm wishing I was at... Continue Reading →
Another trip around the sun in the books. I'm 35 now. That happened. That number seems so old to me but I also feel so disconnected from it. I don't really associate myself with the number my birthday represents. I think I stopped counting a decade ago. It doesn't say much about who I am... Continue Reading →
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