Sometimes when I want to set up a certain “display” in my home and Jordan says he doesn’t like it, I politely oblige with a smile and knod.. and then wait for him to leave. He rarely notices new things and change (aside from a new pair of shoes, which he will ALWAYS spot- ugh), […]
this happened in my kitchen
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Since forever, like for as long as I can remember.. I have been 100% repulsed by anything that included, resembled, or implied squished fruit. Fruit is perfect as is, and should not be ground, mushed, pressed, or squeezed into any form other than its original. Smoothies = vomit. I repeat, vomit. Only ONE other person […]
the bun.
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I have discovered something rather amazing… or, shall I say, re-discovered. It’s the amazing, and wonderfully simple (drum roll) BUN. Not a cinnamon bun, guys, a haaaiiirr bun! Never fret again, my darlings, if you don’t have time to shampoo the mane. Seriously– the dirtier, the better. (I won’t even get into how dirty my […]
Hellooo Henry
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Henry was my paternal Grandfather’s name.. and so I feel like this post should be like, totally profound and not about what it’s actually about to be about.. The Henry reference in this post is, well, a pair of cute-ass shoes. Grandpa would understand. Right? Without further ado, I introduce you to the HENRY platform […]
listen No. 3
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Listen No. 3 is Orange Shirt by Discovery. SO GOOD. In a weird way, this is like, a good ab workout song. Some fast, some slow, always perfectly perfect.
