I pack my dinner in a Victoria’s Secret bag. No shame. Underpants addict.
This is the answer to all the world’s problems.
I could listen to his song all day.
How I felt walking out of my first evening shift last night.
I woke up at 8am this morning and almost wept tears of joy and comfort that I saw the sun when my eyes opened. Okay, it wasn’t that dramatic- I opened my eyes, raised clenched fists in the air, and mentally said “WINNING” in my head. One small leap for- who the fuck cares how it’s said, this is amazing!
Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaleson= Dream Team
I’ll never have to do that again, at least in the foreseeable future.
I’m feeling all sorts of old feelings and I’m not liking it one bit.