Frigggggggggg.
I’m not batting a thousand today, but I keep thinking I should write, so. HAVE SOME WORDS. OKAY. WE GOOD? WE DONE HERE?
I don’t even know what “batting a thousand” means. Like, I know it’s baseball. I know what batting is. Obviously you can’t literally bat one thousand times in a game, so it has to be some sort of… points… system.
Aight. I need to get real about some shit. Posting this publicly scares the crap out of me, but I’m gonna try, because ya know… Accountability? I guess? Also I am the internet generation. We can’t keep things to ourselves.
I’m, like. The size I was when I was 19, right now. And it’s weird. It feels really weird.
It’s probably not that noticeable to other people, but. I’m back to drowning in size 2 pants and feeling this uncomfortable excitement at the idea of maybe being a zero again. A ZERO. A size that shouldn’t even fucking EXIST, you guys. I might be a zero, lol! NEAT!
Hi guys! Hi! HELLO!
We did the podcast. I haven’t uploaded it yet. I am the worst person.
OH HI GUYS. You know that one time I wrote about wanting more accountability, and then threw away what little accountability I already had, only a month later?
LULZ.
It’s fine, guys. As long as I still have to pay my rent, I won’t completely drown in my own propensity for failure.
“Maybe to keep myself on track, I’ll start running and blogging again!”
I am a hot mess.
I mean, anyone who’s met me more than once has PROBABLY FIGURED THAT OUT. But then, I don’t let people into my apartment, and I don’t talk about my job, because there are limits to how vulnerable I can be when I’m so frighteningly aware that I am not emotionally healthy. I have to draw those lines, because other people knowing what I am means I have to acknowledge it myself. And, honestly, that doesn’t make it better. It just makes me want to lock the doors even tighter.
“I believe in equality for women, but I’m not a feminist, because I don’t hate men.”
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“I don’t believe in God–thus falling very clearly under the definition of the word ‘atheist’–but I’m not an atheist, because Hitchens was a douche.”
Figured I’d title my entry about hecka outdated relationship advice with a hecka outdated internet joke. YOU’RE WELCOME, WORLD.
I found this super great and not at all terrible article while Googling some song lyrics, and boy howdy, am I glad I did! It’s all about how to date online, but for LADIES ONLY. Lots of great tips to work with. I’m gonna try it all out on my boyfriend of 3 years to see if I can retcon him into loving me. Lord knows, all my honesty and communication has ruined it for him already, but a girl’s gotta try.
