I have been trying really hard lately to give myself at least one day of relaxation. A day where I’m not thinking about my to-do list, answering emails, errands. None of it. This is actually really hard for me since I’m an extreme workaholic. I like to be busy and I’m not content unless my
Ok. This title is a tad extreme but that’s just the mood I’m in apparently. The topic of dating has come up quite a bit in my life over the past couple weeks. The consensus among my friends seems to be that dating in the modern era is easily the worst thing in the world.
At any given point in time, I am a walking anxiety potato and this week seems to be no exception. After bouncing back from a really bad depressive episode a few weeks ago, I went back into life in full force with a newfound vigor and stupidity. I published a book, got back on track
Oh dearest reader. I don’t know how your Tuesday is going but at 10am on mine, I have done far too much. I got home from work last night a little before midnight and crashed out sometime around 1. I had tried really hard to be productive but my brain is still in runDisney mode
Ok. Do ya’ll remember that time when Beyoncé was like “I’m gonna go ahead and drop an album with no warning whatsoever?” Well, I just pretty much did the same thing. Not too long ago I got the idea for a book. Not the one I’ve been working on like a maniac. A different one.
Those who know me well know that for the past seven years or so I have been working on writing a book comprised of personal essays detailing my life experiences so far. A memoir. Originally, when I first started working on this idea it was going to be a series of humorous stories from my
Okay. Clearly nothing productive is going to happen today because every time I settle in to get something done the internet throws something awesome my way. Also, for the record, spell check is telling me that “shooketh” is not a word but I saw it in a viral video so it must be real because
I guess it’s a staycation? I don’t know how these things work. The long of the short of it is this: I’m stepping away from life for the next week. I have taken the week off from all jobs and responsibilities. No serving, no touring, no blogging: nothing. This is either going to be the
It goes without saying that I love my cats more than I love most people. My cats are seriously among the best and I will gladly fight anyone that tries to say any different. People that hate cats love my little fur monsters. I was once asked by a guy that I was dating if
I am notoriously fond of spoiling the crap out of the people in my life. I love planning surprises (usually without telling anyone) and springing them on my unsuspecting friends and family without a word. One of my favorites was back in January when Andy and I were out at Disneyland. I had booked us
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