Still technically Tuesday.

I made it to level 500 of Candy Crush! I’m ridiculously (and pathetically) impressed with myself.

If I’m going to spend almost half a million dollars with you, I’m going to need you to respond quickly to my emails. I’m high maintenance like that.

I’m feeling more self confident lately.

I feel like 2016 will be the year of many changes, but in the best way possible.

My left ovary hurts.

I had a dream last night that Robert DeNiro was trying to kill me. I’ve been watching too many mafia movies, I guess.

He’s hot though. Even when he’s trying to kill me.

My friends like to tell me that I’m somehow hotter post cancer than pre cancer. I’m starting to believe them.

I mean, I’d bang me.

I’m starting to really like my hair. I feel like I’m jinxing myself though. Because when you get comfortable, that’s when the shit goes down.

I cried earlier because I’m so close to having everything I’ve always wanted and that’s both awesome and frightening.

And also because I cry like pretty much every day. Even if it’s just like ‘omg I love cats so much!!’ *cries*

I told him it was going to be okay, and it was.