Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
There comes a point in every woman's life when she wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror, and thinks, "You know what? I've really got my shit together." I have not reached that point. In fact, I'm beginning to suspect that particular milestone has been cancelled due to lack of interest, insufficient funding, and... Continue Reading →
There are SO MANY post out there going on and on the Lindsay Clancy mistrial. This post isn't to discuss Patrick and his movements, just to discuss postpartum diagnosis and a few weird theories. Every one of them says either 1 - Postpartum is not excuse to kill your kids. 2 - Women should lose... Continue Reading →
Monday arrived with all the enthusiasm of an unpaid bill. Technically, it was a brand-new week, full of possibilities and opportunities and all those other inspirational things people say when they clearly have more energy than I do. I, meanwhile, was feeling a little blah. Not dramatically blah. Just that special kind of blah where... Continue Reading →
