The Unchecked Baggage



A few simple tips for maximizing your time

I am tired. Tired like my eyes might fall out of my face if I don't keep my head in the right position. Tired like my bones are rocks injected with cement. Tired like my brain is potato. A potato?... Continue Reading →

Ode to hang over food

Sometimes I awake from a slumber born of booze and all that I can think of Is get me some F-ing food Happy Sunday Morning! Off we go to brunch at the Boyfs parents house. God I hope there are... Continue Reading →

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