If my sister wasn’t here I would seriously forget to eat. Can’t even recognize myself anymore. Is this what “old as fuck” feels like? Forgetting everything and having the metabolism of a fried carrot?
On another note I am still working on manifesting my wants into the universe, so universe or twitter-god send me a m*th*rf*ck*ng human to date during these trying times.
I’m going to start speaking things into existence. I’M PUTTING IT OUT THERE FOR THE UNIVERSE TO HEAR. If the universe doesn’t hear me i’ll at least get an ad about it on Instagram.
I really don’t know how I pull off the things that I do sometimes. I’d be in the middle of a zoom class doing a quiz and cooking at the same time, while on the phone with the bank. I’ve come a long way from sitting on my ass and eating grapes.