This blog entry is sponsored by my period angst. Periods. When life gives you hell, cry because your emotions are on fire and your crotch is swaddled in soggy diaper blood and you can barely pull your shit together to even deal. Despite my misleading opening, this entry is not meant to be the usual […]
Throughout my past couple of entries, I keep expressing a concern for self-control. I’m worried about how I’m spending my time, about who I’m spending that time with, and about what kind of person I’m becoming. Above all, I’m worried about the state of my writing. I’m worried that it’s decaying while I spend my […]
- Becoming my parents
- Am I a bad INFP?
- My unnecessary, mini freak out
- Do I even like writing anymore?
- Who I am according to me
- Watch what you follow
I didn’t reblog some of these because I was lazy. For others, I felt self-conscious about the content or the writing itself and wasn’t sure if they were worth a reblog. I’m sharing them now not because I came to realize belatedly that these were all genius pieces of writing or anything. I just want all my writing to be easy to find through this personal blog, whether it’s for my own reference or someone else’s.
For these past few weeks, someone has been “making” some lemonade for the floor and refilling a pitcher of it in the fridge. I was excited to have a glass today, only to realize mid gulp that this “lemonade” tasted like–and is probably just–lemon-flavored Gatorade.
Estoy muy triste.
Having weddings is a great way to force people to listen to a playlist of songs you love and dance to them. K-Pop dance party here I come.
Office drama. I used to get worried that it might happen to me, but now I kind of enjoy it. I guess that’s what happens when your days becomes a cliche of “mundane office life.” There are coworkers and clients I hate for petty reasons, but I relish in this feeling of overblown hatred, because wow, finally something interesting is happening to me.