Spun around in front of my mirror with the vigor of a young fashionista tonight…to see if there was a booger on the butt of my jeans. Kids are a blessing. #boogerbum
Daytime mosquito bites be like: sup, I itch.
Middle-of-the-night bites be like: imma avenge the death of my ancestors by injecting the unsung itchiness of all those mothereffers you’ve ever swatted - right here, betwixt your 3rd and 4th toe.
Not sure when it started, but on busy days, the word "f*ckers" creeps into every single sentence in my head. Un-viciously. Like, "Gotta print these f*ckers" is a natural thing I just said to myself about some pages I don't hate at all. Seems healthy.
I write words for a living. After over a decade of hearing the word “vulnerable” on #TheBachelor and hearing it neverteen times spoken in real life, I checked to see if my perceived definition was correct. Yep, that tracks.
That experience where you feel like the worst in the world at 11 pm, then wake up the next morning, have a coffee, pluck a flowy chin hair, and write a line that makes you say, "boom." (Even tho you hate that expression and think it's wildly overused.) #FreelanceLife#writerslife
Always funny when people give me an assignment and say, "you could do it in your sleep." Um, ya hired the wrong bro. I don't work in my sleep. And if I do, it's the weirdest-ass shit you've ever seen. #freelance#writerslife
If I pour a bag of @CadburyMiniEggs into a cereal bowl, does that make it 'a balanced part of this complete breakfast?' Okay, good. That's what I thought.
After a pre-9am, pre make-up trip to the grocery store, where I got a, "whoa, I never would've guessed" age check on my ID...I'm ready to face the world! From inside my home office. Where I don't see anyone. #winning