I spent my Monday night the way any 26-year old girl does, drinking casamigos with my favorite guy friend, eating cheese burgers, and complaining about my love life or lack their of. It was the perfect kind of night.

He cut my already a crop top shirt. Now my nipples are freezing.

Now I am hungover in his living room. Listening to the sound of the rain on the windows and him snoring in the background.

Note to self: Buy more Casamigos. (It’s important to my lifestyle)

If there is one thing I can positively say about this life, my friends are the most amazing people in the entire world. Mostly for listening to me (be sad, mad, confused, sexually frustrated, or drunk.) This has been the craziest year of my life. I broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years, my dad (who was literally my best friend in the whole entire world) passed away and now I’m in the process of buying a house because I literally cannot be in my house anymore. It’s not the same. And buying a house is literally so stressful but the end result should be satisfying (hopefully).

This year has been a real rollercoaster for me. I have happy days with my friends going out and living my best life. And I have times where I play my dads old voicemails and cry in bed all night. I wouldn’t say I’m depressed though. My soul doesn’t feel heavy or lost. My life has actually never been more dynamic.

More than anything else. I am overwhelmed.

So if my blogs are not what they used to be, it’s because I’m not what I used to be.

I am a mistake making, air-breathing, nacho eating, tequila drinking hooker. Who’s thinking about going on a sexual cleanse.

(Until that weird foreigner who fingered me in the train parking lot calls)

(Just kidding)

(Please lord send me someone better than a foreigner who fingered me in a parking lot once)

(Reaaaaaally raiding the bar on my standards.)

(Wish I was kidding. )