No no. Not quite malnourished. My thickness will tell you otherwise. It is mainly my breasts. I could write about my boobs for days. I somehow got blessed with very large boobies. Breasts, boobs, boobies. I was a C in high school, DDD during and after pregnancy. Now… about a DD. I hate them. Like… Continue reading Malnourished and sleep deprived.
As I have explained before, the romantic side of my life needs a lot of work. I am picky. I am awkward. I am scatterbrained. No need to open that can of worms again. You know. Right now I should be studying for my Calculus IV exam that I am taking tomorrow morning. But my… Continue reading smitten…I think.
It has been an eternity since I have written. 16 days to be exact. It has taken some time to feel at home and in place again…to get back into mom, college, work grind. The single thought that bothers me daily is how much I am not a mother. My environment and circumstances have never… Continue reading The complexity of one thought.
Putting the pieces together to prepare for next week. A medium to hard difficulty level. I struggle with chronic scatterbrainedness. I struggle with anxiety. I struggle with being a Virgo, really. As silly as that may sound to someone who pays no mind to the workings of astrology… Regardless, the description of a Virgo on any… Continue reading Jigsaw of my home life and introduction to MBE.
So now that Christmas break has come to a close, let me talk about my men. No I don’t own a slave ship of men but let me talk about the ones I interact with on a semi-regular basis. First, this is my current relationship situation. I don’t date. Okay, I want to date. But… Continue reading I wish I wasn’t such a realist.
I ended my break yesterday. I woke up at 6am and just decided it was time to get back to reality. I hate that feeling. When you are an adult, you have to make that choice. I hate choices. I hate being responsible. I hate thinking for the future. I just like living in the… Continue reading Elsa needs to get out.
It is January 5th. I am now in the final days of Christmas break. I haven’t been to my place of residence in about 23 days. It is lovely. I am not at work. I am not in class. I am not in my car listening to John Mayer on repeat for four hours straight,… Continue reading Be still my heart