The cautionary tale strikes again.
I blame that goddamn Adele song for putting me in a mood of total appreciation and gratitude. Well, after it made me bawl for two days straight.
You could totally pin the shit out of this image, would you look at that.
I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.
I could have watched a movie on this flight but instead I had a few hours alone to write and it feels so amazing that I feel like I’m flying. OH WAIT.
I now have figurines to help facilitate the lessons I will teach my children about certain online behavior.
How you can use your name to bring light to and change the lives of those who are in most need of it.
You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
If you’ve got some to spare, I’d gladly take them off of your hands.
On the desire I have to get back to why I started “living online” in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.