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Hustle, Baby

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…)

2017

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…

“Write.”

How scary.

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How to: Deal with Anxiety

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.

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Happy Little Home

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?

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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.

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All Aboard the Train to Crazyville

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If you know me at all, you know I literally never stop talking. Even when I’m home alone, I’m going on rants to my dog about why the HELL the Bachelor is keeping around this bitch who really can’t even form a coherent sentence. The dog never seems too amused.

In between my part-time job and trying to become more “active” and “healthy” (whatever that means), I clearly have a fuck ton going on in my life. So why not share it with you lovely people?

Here is where I have a little pow wow with a big fat glass of moscato and my own crazy thoughts. And sometimes my dog. Judge me. Stalk me. Love me.