This isn’t the first time I’ve used that title for a blog post. Probably won’t be the last. Tonight was my therapy session. One of
Author: heather
It was, in fact, the neighbor’s yard as suspected. The code enforcement officer is actually quite nice.
I got home today and checked my mail – hmmm… a handwritten envelope from the township? Open it… What the actual fuck??? Welcome to suburbia?
Seriously though, I went from barely hearing the word to, within the last month, it is freaking EVERYWHERE! Why? I mean, vibes are cool and
How deep can the rabbit hole go of documenting my existence? I have my pictures. My mother’s pictures. My grandmother’s pictures. Blog posts back to