Y’ALL. 2017 has been no joke. Or, actually, it’s playing one hell of a joke on me.
I already know getting through this post is going to be difficult, mostly because I’m blasting my Single Girl Swag playlist on Spotify and it’s got me yelling at the top of my lungs that I don’t need no man. YUP — SINGLE GIRL. Fucking weird.
How the fucking hell did this happen? Here I am, a mere “young adult” straddling the line of Drowning in School Loans and Trying to Make a Name for Myself. Whatever the fuck that means… Rather than my dabble in the blogging world here and there over the past couple of years, I’m coming back at ya, full force. (more…)
Hey. It’s been a while.
I usually bring up my sweet old little blog to view my bookmarks for other sites I like to browse, but today I was kind of staring at the little button at the top corner…
If you know anything about me, you know I’m a nervous wreck. Oh, random pain in my head? Fuck, must be a blood clot. My finger feels weird? Clearly stroking. At any moment of the day, I can go from my usual happy, shit-eating grin plastered on my face to 1000% sure that I’m dying.
When I get nervous, I immediately retreat into my own brain and become very quiet. It sounds fine, peaceful even, but it’s actually the complete opposite. Nothing is worse than internal suffering, seemingly all by yourself, with nobody knowing why it looks like you just saw a ghost.
Over the years, I’ve learned several tips and tricks to calm my nerves and get through panic attacks like the bad bitch I am (I like to pretend I’m tough but I am the biggest baby on the planet). Read on for some tried and true ways to stop the suffering.
HEYWHATSUPHELLO. It’s been a hot minute.
These past few months have somehow been crazy yet bleakly normal, so excuse my lack of blogging. Do you even care? Are you even reading this?
I finally moved in with my boyfriend over the summer and I’ve been inspired lately to bring back the blog. So to start, let’s do a list! Lists are my favorite. Let’s discuss the pros and inevitable cons of living with your significant other.
White girls rejoice: Starbucks updated their wondrous and fat-filled Frappuccinos only to add SIX MORE FLAVORS. Will I try them all? Probably. Will I hate myself afterward? Definitely.
Introducing the new ladies now a part of the notorious gang at Starbucks: Red Velvet Cake, Cotton Candy, Cinnamon Roll, Lemon Bar, Caramel Cocoa Cluster, Cupcake. Be still, my heart.
NOTHING screams luxury quite like YSL — that’s why when I found out I scored the Influenster/YSL box, I literally white girl died.
I know I just did a post on mascara, but get over it. I’m completely obsessed with makeup.
Anyway, just opening the package I knew I’d fallen in love. I mean, have you seen their cosmetics? Their packaging is to die for.