My faves are back in bloom—from me to you.

Enjoy!

You already know what time it is.

Yeah, yeah, yeah… I shouldn’t have waited until summer to get in the gym but I wasn’t ready.

All the skinny girls and the hot chicks in the magazines and videos didn’t give me the low self esteem needed to get in the gym.

I kid, I kid.. now I’m ready—not because Kim Kardashian is a normal girl, with swollen feet like mine after I eat fried pickles—but because I want to feel good without resorting to drinking ectoplasm for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Trust me—those juicing people ain’t happy, baby. They ain’t happy.

So are you ready? 

It’s not you. Really, it’s me.

I’ve decided not to force what’s never been there. Some things should simply flow. Without force, without jealousy or envy.

And it never did flow. In life, we try to make things work. But it comes to a point where the you must rid your life of everything that is refuse and choose the one thing that you’re not ready to lose.

And that’s me.

siegejoi: I can make fun of people for days.

Raggedy coworker: It’s true—you’re very good at it too. But why not challenge yourself and be nice for once in your life?

Why does a hint of sun and warmth make us feel like this?

At this very moment it’s just me, some lit cinnamon-and-clove scented candles, a few shots of bourbon, and my own ever-so-lovely thoughts.

When the world is an endless Harlem Shake and you feel like you need to get away, find a safe space and

relax.

If everyone in the world/could give me what I wanted/I wouldn’t want for more than I have

Sade, I Couldn’t Love You More

There are times when fashion is so bad that I can’t watch, either.

Sometimes that extra brush of blush on your cheekbone, that extra twirl with the curlers, or even that pump of perfume might brighten, not only the day for others, but it may brighten your day as well.

You can’t pretend there’s nothing there/girl, I look in your eyes, see you care/so why not stop trying to run and hide/you won’t find out if you never try

Can’t Hide Love, Earth, Wind and Fire

We don’t let go by posting not-so-subliminal messages. We don’t let go by always talking about the matter (no longer) at hand.

If we really let go, we let things become a distant memory, silently allowing it to travel the distance.

What a feeling it is to say how you really feel.

But before you blurt anything out, think it through. Sometimes what may start out as a statement with “absolutely no regrets” may turn into “well, maybe I could have said that differently”.

I’d really like to run a few miles but snow’s blocking my exit. What to do, what to do…

Who am I fooling? Worry about fitting those jeans next week. Today, we eat.

Hey you on Instagram—do you really think people care if that pizza guy from that one episode of Sister, Sister liked a bunch of your pics?

Have you ever thought that maybe people don’t want to be called out like that? 

Show love some other way, not by filling my feed with “OMG guess who liked all my pictures” posts.

There’s nothing like a glass of wine (ahem, more like three) and a trip down memory lane by means of older posts to bring me back to my senses.

There is still a bit more crazy left in me. I hope y’all are ready for it.