“oh, the screams i scrumpt. and then i went upstairs to finish my coffee.”

…i wanted to be a grown up and own my own home SO BAD and now look at me…i said LOOK AT ME...

…my first diary can be traced back to second grade. i remember writing about the fact that a girl in my class, named berenice, wore a bra to school…

…less boys, more ribs…

“sometimes you go to sleep and some random shit at 2:36 a.m. won’t even let your monday morning blast off on all cylinders…”

that’s kind of how i get through life.

no idea what to make for dinner for the other five humans in the house? it’ll come to me.

“but what’s also true is that i’m a human with piece-of-shit human emotions, and piece-of-shit fellow humans i have to share this zip code with…”

“sometimes my head is a mess and i do dumb shit to cope.”

“ #5: folded laundry”

“first on today’s agenda? put on a damn bra.”