Today is the first day of the rest of our lives

A little over a year ago, I began documenting the quarantine by posting about my day-to-day life. I fascinated you with tales of weed and Legos but after Day 77 I moved on. Re-reading that final quarantine post now, I suppose I stopped because I was becoming too successful at life. On Day 77 I managed to meditate, not burn eggs, and open mail.

After the quarantine series, I found myself searching for a subject. I wrote about bookends, masturbation, and Christina Applegate I even brought back Sex Without Having Sex. Lately I’ve had less to say. Or I’ve had less to say here. I recently filled a Decomposition Book (ambassadorship please) in under a month. Wanna hear some of the highlights?

February 27: It’s been a long time since she sent me a picture of her tits. 

March 6: Does people watching enhance the jam band experience?

March 16: The dreams are mostly the same I think but I want to remember them as much as I want to read & eat a banana. Eat a banana & read.

This is me, you guys. While it’s true that I’m a skincare expert and music video analyst who can write a mean egg haiku, I’m also just an average girl overdue for a  manicure, drinking weed (ambassadorship please) and experimenting with hats. From now on, you can expect to hear from me more often. You can also expect what I share to be random, poorly thought out, and likely uninteresting.

If you’re with me this far, though, I love you more than you could ever know. Onwards and onwards!