Some people ride the crazy train, I drive the motherfucker. 

I am feeling very defeated.  As cool, and as much street cred as I would love to think I have, inside, I am a pussy.

This blog is my baby.  Let's face it, I am too irresponsible and selfish to have a real baby. 

As I have mentioned before, I can't stay in one place too long.  I get stir-crazy when my day-to-day feels like a routine. 

I have been collecting vintage t-shirts since before it was "cool" to wear vintage shirts. 

Everyday is Christmas when you have no self control.

Accepting FRIEND applications.  Apply within.

Hoes have feelings too.  Maybe these hoes are spreading their legs to spread love.

I have always been a little (lot) different.  Let me paint you a picture; Minnesota, 2003, Honors English class (always was a bright star).

Damn /dam/  verb ; condemn, especially by the public expression of disapproval.

This stomach flu hit me like a shit ton of bricks...Literally.  I can't remember the last time I felt this ill.

Since I am single, it's obligatory to be on Tinder/Bumble.  Without these dating sites downloaded, you are open to social single-shaming.