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My Favorite “Woo Woo Hippy Doo” iPhone Apps
Dream Journal Ultimate I have been using Dream Journal Ultimate for over a year now. It’s honestly the most reliable part of my morning routine! Before I started journaling my dreams, I maybe remembered one or two dreams a month — now, I sometimes remember up to 3 different dreams a night! In the…
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Tell Me Something Good
Ugh, Mercury Retrograde, AMIRITE??? I started going all New-Agey on you a couple of months ago, but to be honest, I’ve alllllways had a soft spot for horoscopes. Even fortune cookies. Oh, god, my mom is nodding her head reading this! I saved SO MANY cookie fortunes over the years! But only the ones…
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The Year Everything Changed
“They” say that you should never take anything good in life for granted, because – and this is important – life can change in an instant. Well. I know that all too well. 2017 was the year that everything changed. No, I mean, really. I look at where I was in life this…
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I Refuse To Apologize For Going All “New Agey” On You
As of this morning, I have memorized 72 of the 78 cards in the Tarot deck (more or less). And yeah, you can say whatever you want, I DON’T CARE. I’ve bought myself Very Meaningful Crystals to wear, and I’ve started reading my horoscope every place that offers it — Oh, does Bon Appetit…
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Currently… in November 2017
Well, hello. I guess it’s been awfully quiet around here, huh? Guess I might as well let the cat out of the bag: on October 1st, my boyfriend of 3 1/4 years dumped me. I hate that I’m “that girl” who gets her heart broken and completely shuts down, but, there you have it.…
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GOOD NEWS! Life Is Back To Abnormal!
This was taken at DragCon last weekend (or the weekend before that? Gosh, time is flying) which is why there’s a pink carpet behind me. Duh! So like I said, this week is flying by! I’ve been helping out at the studio, despite catching a milder version of my boyfriend’s cold. This weekend is…
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When The Bachelor 21.5 Stops Being Escapist Fun And Starts Becoming A Metaphor For America’s Almost-Certain Doom
The Bachelor used to be my escapism. Used to be. Maybe it’s just the greige-colored glasses I’ve been wearing since Jan. 20th, but this week’s episode just reminded me constantly that we — America — are totally, royally, hopelessly fucked. Let’s look at this season of The Bachelor so far as a parable for America: America, like The…