helplessly in love

Since I was probably four years old, the main thing people said about me was “damn, she talks a lt.” In school we would make those little name-describe the person for each letter-pictures, and the T was always "talks a lot" (the E was probably for excellent, but who knows for sure). Now, no one actually said damn to my face - or my mom’s - but you know they were thinking it. I could talk for hours and never stop…I still can. My first ever boss I had in the world of law (back when I was a lil baby paralegal) was very republican and also very inappropriate, and he always used to say “if global warming was real, you would be the number one cause because you release so much CO2 into the world and probably kill all the polar bears.” (RUDE… i know. but also, he’s not totally wrong??). Anyway — I like to talk. A lot. So instead of just running my mouth to anyone within earshot about my many fleeting romances, sexcapades, and general life chaos, I decided to start this lame little blog. I’m not here to be a teacher or mentor or pretend I’ve mastered love (HA). I just think maybe some of you out there have been in the same situations. or maybe you just want to hear how I approach mine. or maybe i’ll just be talking to myself. And honestly? Fine by me. Either way, this is my semi-humiliating diary of love, loss, and pretending to be an adult when i’m mostly just a child wearing grown-up clothes.

If you’re reading this: welcome.

And if you’re not? Well, I’m still gonna write it anyway.