It’s a Sunday...

Dieting; tinder-ing

A full year worth of podcasting.

What it is is exactly what is now. And now it’s Wednesday, but when Thursday comes around, it’s still be what is it is...but like, on a Thursday

Sleep deprivation and period cramps. Everything a girl will ever need.

This is how I converse. If you are a therapist, please analyze this conversation. If not, be a civilian and try minding your business.

Nonsensical segments that might not blend well together, but that make up one episode nevertheless.

I recorded myself talking to myself (muse), four separate times today.

I don’t remember anything I said. It’s all just background noise at this point.

Two minutes of crying