Dear Diet: I’m Over You.

I told Twitter that I binge ate 15 cookies today, and they totally didn't judge me. Which is crazy because I judged me, so why not them? I've found myself sneaking around as of late, hoarding cookies and other sugar-based goods like it's communist Russia and I'm on food rations. I've never experienced cravings for… Continue reading Dear Diet: I’m Over You.

On Being a Patient

By all accounts, I'm a pretty awkward person. That is until we break that metaphorical barrier when we go out together and I have one to many Alabama Slammers and lose all sense of personal space and volume control. But, under normal circumstances, I'm pretty strange. I like to fill the silence with awkward conversation… Continue reading On Being a Patient

I’m Cranky

When you're cranky you don't really want to write about anything 'cause you're waist deep in your doom and gloom attitude and everything that comes out of your fingertips seems to be inane drivel about nothing important. Or heavy, big topics that seem too overwhelming to broach. How am I supposed to tackle why Trump… Continue reading I’m Cranky