As a person, I would say I am inordinately inspired.  I love that overwhelming body-high when I see, feel, or hear something that makes my mind think differently.

I feel like my life consists of waiting for payday, doing laundry, and filling my Brita water filter. 

Admit it, we all lie.  I hate lairs.  I lie all the time.  Maybe that's why I hate myself so much, J/K.

I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind.  I do (however) see something wrong with...

I need to vent.  Why is Zara trying to steal my style?

So today is the first day of spring.  That means I am officially a season behind in my goal to have a summer body. 

Everyone is walking around like a bunch of invalids in their green garb(age) for St. Patrick's Day. 

Long before The Weekend's song "Star Boy", there was an OG star child... Me!

My lifestyle choices are rough on my body, these are my MUST-HAVE weekend necessities to keep the party going without looking a hot-ass-mess while doing so!

I'm at a point in my life where this blind date better be "the one" or a serial killer because I have no desire to be doing this anymore.

I am from Minnesota, home of Mall of America and for having the country's nicest people! 

"We're all stars now"...it's a fuck show.  Today, social media is such an overwhelming force, it's nearly impossible to escape.