Misadventures in Unexpected Happiness, vol. 2: Who Am I

As I hung up laundry on Friday night (because my life is fucking exciting), I realized that I was hanging up 9 black V-neck t-shirts.  NINE.   That seemed excessive.   This blog could probably just end here.   Because as soon as “this seems excessive” entered my head, I should have immediately realized I HAVE UNDERGONE A FUNDAMENTAL CHANGE.  Or something.   Either way, … Continue reading Misadventures in Unexpected Happiness, vol. 2: Who Am I