I think this page is self-explanatory.
This one’s about my two favorite things: crying, and my cat.
Once I tried being nice. I’m never doing it again.
Somehow I stuck my fingers in a random guy’s shirt on a plane while stowing my carry-on. Mild adventure and internal dialogue ensues.
A love letter to my best friend.
The time I was 45 minutes late to an appointment, couldn’t find my car once, then twice, got pretty sweaty, cried, and ate cupcakes.