South Toward Home

Uh huh.

Uh huh.

I psyched myself up. And the bourbon didn’t hurt. #KYDerbyyy

I psyched myself up. And the bourbon didn’t hurt. #KYDerbyyy

Facebook Is Dead

So, I’m thinking about nixing social media from my life. Maybe just for a little while. Maybe forever. Standby for actual action.

I’m contemplating buying us Jay-Z & Beyonce concert tickets. SHOULD I??!?! In Philly. Or Baltimore? Or NY! #wishyoucouldanswermerightnow #isitpouringdownrainthere

Lab Rats May Be Stressed By Men, Which May Skew Experiments

I also just sent this to Sach and asked if he has to wear Tali’s perfume to work. Too much??? (Also apologized for not bringing in the trash cans Tuesday - Ooops. I DID take them out though. Proud? - This is the part where I start telling you about all the wonderful things I’ve done while you’re gone so you can be really proud of me. Ready? Go.) #youknewthiswascoming #idontworkfofree

Welp.

Your subliminal messaging and (what I’m sure is) general misery, partnered with my kind-of-awful memory and deep desire to tell you ev. ree. thing. (or at least the good parts - I’ll leave out my laundry performance and credit card statement) have convinced me to pick up this old thing (*gasp* this ollleee thanggg) again.