As you undoubtedly already know because my YouTube videos are vastly popular, I’ve moved out of my parents house. We went from a family of six to five, to four, to three, until I finally flew the coup.
And now I’m all alone.
A lone wolf. A loner. A wanderer without strings, going wherever the wind takes me, responsible for no one and nothing. Also, very long-winded in her sentences.
Continue reading ➞ What It’s Like Living Alone As A 23 Year-Old
Big news, people. BIG. NEWS.
No I’m not engaged.
And if you thought “pregnant,” wash your mouth out with soap. And rubbing alcohol. And then soap again…
I moved out of my parents’ house!
Continue reading ➞ Apartment #100 — I Moved Out!
For the past six months, I have had an illness—blessedly not contagious—called writer’s block. But just now, as I so begrudgingly drug my butt into the prophetic Writer’s Seat, I realized something.
I don’t have writer’s block.
I am afraid.
Continue reading ➞ Am I Afraid?