I’m not really a recipe kind of gal. I leave most of the cooking to D. I’m more of a take-out or dine-out kind of gal. I know my strengths. Betty Crocker I am not.
Back in 2013 during the middle of chemo, D and I went to see The Joy Formidable in concert and I got really sick. The venue had limited seating, so we were stuck standing, and I was so dizzy that I thought I was going to pass out. In fact, at one point I did faint in a bathroom stall. I was desperately trying to hold it together in order to not ruin the evening, as D was so excited to finally be seeing one of his fave bands. Right when I was about to cave and bail, a guy offered me his seat. I started feeling much better once I was able to sit and we were able to make it through the show. That guy saved our night, and I’ll always remember how kind he was. ❤️
that I can’t take time off. *sigh*
D just told me I could be the girl in the Temptation video.
I think I’m from the last generation to know true angst.
Me, being dramatic and pretentious as fuck, as I do
The Perfect Kiss
I sent an orgy pic to friends with the caption, “who’s in?” The response was favorable.
Me: don’t you think you’re being really dramatic, Jackson?
Jack: gosh, mom, don’t you know me at all?!?!!