2024
December 2024, a bookish year all wrapped up
that's a wrap on '24, folks
2024
November 2024, it's giving
...thanks
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October 2024, mid-terms
like, in school
2024
September 2024, apocalypse now
towing cars and starting school
2024
August 2024, birthday blues
good riddance to this month
2024
July 2024, overseas
london, scotland, books
2024
June 2024, baking more cakes
and packing and playing nintendo
2024
May 2024, the precipice
change of season, change of life
2024
April 2024, the storm before the calm
an exhausting month
2024
March 2024, sand and spice
y'all into movies, or what
2024
February 2024, sk***y b***ches
ban the ozempic ads
2024
January 2024, stuck on trains
A few months ago, my friends and I bought tickets to see Tina Fey and Amy Poehler in Portland, Oregon, a three-ish hour trek for me. But “the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry,” and all that, because the weather happened a few days before the show we’d planned on seeing for months.