Today? I got some bad news. And for the first time in several months, I cried. Okay, okay, that? Is an outright lie. I’ve cried more like 13,742 times in the same timeframe. The difference, however, is that not one single time out of all those mascara-running, red-cheeked, snot-nosed moments were my tears flowing out … Continue reading Well, This is a Cheesy Post
It always cracks me up when people suggest that I “must take care of myself” when I reveal my age. What does that even mean? It’s supposed to be a compliment, I’m aware, but I don’t jive well with it, and not just because it’s an awkward one in the first place. Sure, I take … Continue reading Bootlick This
Today, as I sat in the sun in my capri-length linen pants - my white legs giving my PNW background away - I bent to lather my lizardy stems with a bit of moisture. As I did, I noticed the long hair that I was certain was so light as to be invisible. Wrong. Earlier … Continue reading A Shameless Overshare
This getting old thing isn’t for the faint of heart. And, as I’m typing that I’m realizing how redundant the sentence is. Physically, anyway: Nope, it sure ain’t. For the most part, I like getting older - and, as I’ve said before, quite surprisingly, I like myself getting older. I don't care as much about … Continue reading Glitter is Always an Option
It’s been just over two weeks since I landed in San Diego, and I’m so grateful to have a space to stay with a pretty rad bestie as I figure out my life. We’ve had fun - staying up late, cooking delicious meals, and laughing like a couple of teenagers. And in all of this, … Continue reading Sittin’ Pretty… or Sittin’, Anyway
Yesterday, very much to my disappointment, I woke up with a zit. You know the kind - a small mound of soft-on-the-outside, semi-hardened-on-the-inside gunk - a micro anthill, remaining just beneath the surface of the skin, with a tiny baby titty pushing through like a weed that has found a crack in the pavement. I know, … Continue reading Zits n Tits
With all good intentions, I haven’t posted jack in several days, leaving me feeling somewhat deflated as I fall asleep each night. When I began this crazy journey, my initial goal was to write and publish an entry every day. And while I’ve found fodder to be easy to come by as I roll down … Continue reading Eyeballin’ Authenticity
I woke up in a dark hotel room, unfamiliar with my surroundings, somewhat disquieted. It was a second before I realized where I was and what I was doing. And then it hit me: I did it. I left my home behind, intent on starting a new life. I ran away. I’m on the road. … Continue reading Oxytocin Kick
I’ve always found it odd when people wished me a happy 29th birthday, regardless of what year I was celebrating. Is that the optimum age, 29? Maybe for some. But I’d rather stick a fork in my eye and roll it around vigorously before plucking it out and eating it than time-hop - even metaphorically … Continue reading Inverse Fermentation
Well, balls. The last two weeks have been a shitshow of anxiety, tears and unwanted exercise (read: moving). I’ve allowed myself the grace to have a meltdown as I’m making so many ambitious / impetuous / scary AF adjustments to my reality - closing most of it down and starting over, to be specific. But, … Continue reading Pharmacologically Yours
