

forget coronavirus, Kristen Bell made me start blogging
But all my ontological research through podcasts, reddit forums, and Chrissy Tiegen’s twitter led me to a singular conclusion: it was damn time I became a blogger.
And so, $250 later I had a catchy domain and a personalized email address (for which I paid extra). I was (literally) invested; it was time to manifest my own destiny (in a non-genocidal way).
That is the beautiful story of how I created another unfinished project. At least I could say I had a blog, even if I wasn’t a blogger. However, my free time increased significantly as COVID19 rapidly progressed. Finally, my opportunity to create content arose.
And yet not even an unprecedented pandemic and global financial instability could get me to write a single word. What did? Binging all of the Good Place over the course of a week during said pandemic.

how to ruin a wedding 101
Step 1: accidentally read about prostitutes at a Catholic wedding… which is exactly what I did.
To set the scene, it's important to know that anticipation that went into this wedding. It was 2006, and I was just a 10-year-old without a fashion sense with two dreams. One was to marry Zac Efron. The other was to be a flower girl. Right as I was aging out, my aunt announced her engagement and told me I would be a flower girl.