3rd and Demonbreun
Spirits. Spiral, spiral, spiral, spiral. Sleep. Sanity.
We worked until we didn't, and I question if we ever did.
CTAB. Lemme just say this real quick thing.
elaboration on the song choices for coffee with him | the right track
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On the right track.
Why don’t we call things what they are? I just want to understand what’s going on. My head always has the final word.
sunday morning colors
I'll continue to roam, process, live, and most of all, love.
That’s gotta be a healthy sign of...of something. Right?
As a typical Leslie, I literally never saw the strong Chris side of me until after this one month of Bumble dating TripleB (only good things, BTW).
I don't think I handled it right. Was I vocal enough in my disdain and sadness or did I need to be louder? I don't know if my grief level was normal. Was how I handled it the best way to take action? I ate 47 billion calories worth of licorice and chocolate. Was Tina … Continue reading grief | actions | perceptions
The best part of fall? Dates. On rooftops. In boots and rompers. With schmancy cocktails in hand. The worst part of fall? Falling for someone.
What's nice about a Music City burger? You get all the juicy flavors with none of the calories, so eat up! Have I hit a new level of cheesiness with my country music playlist? Seems so.
I never saw it coming. We fell in love. Until next time can't come soon enough.
For now, I am not going to write to experience life, I am simply going to live. That includes allowing a trip down THE I-65 to just be a trip, not an existential crisis.
I didn't do needles then, and I don't do them now. I was and will be scared. I was and will be brave. I was and always will be me.
This is me settling for the sake of expressing at least something over nothing at all. Please remember this one kiss, the one from your first true Nashville fan.
Can we just all agree that showers are the best part of any day?
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and overall holiday season!
I had no desire to go to a comedy show tonight. Something, however, kept hounding me to get out. And so, I went. And I didn't regret it.
I went. I got a feel. And to be honest, I'm not sure I know how I feel about the feels I felt. Perhaps by the end of this blog, I will have explained what went down so I can have a better idea of how I felt about it all...and so will you.
Today sucked. Thursdays aren't supposed to suck. Maybe it's the type of coffee I bought last time I went to my favorite roastery? Whatever it was, it was a bitter, unpleasant cup of Thursday that I never want to pour again.
I have a date! If you have been reading my blog, you'll know this isn't necessarily anything new. This date, however, is going to be different. I know it.
When you live in a new city, and when you're me, you have to put in a solid effort to meet people and make friends.
A rudimentary gasoline/restroom stop morphed into an experiential and notable adventure that night. or maybe I'm just being dramatic.
Dresses are fancy. Sandals are a sometimes shoe. No one carries a purse. Thick thighs will be noticed. Lotion is required. Brains tie this look together for one stunning, sexy presentation.
I have no idea what you have for me, Nashville, but I'm ready to fly. (Heads-up: this post is a lil more "deep" than the others, feel free to skip it if you wanna stick to the lighter, more entertaining stuff.)
His pictures were pretty normal. Half were of him, the other half of barely-made-it-in-the-shot pics of him on a hill or in a lake or on a boat. This said to me he liked adventure. And, honestly, he looked like every other dude on Tinder.