Flying Pigs
My sweet sista from another mista, Morgan even groaned on instagram that she’d believe it when pigs fly. So, Morgan. This is for you. This is the year of the flying pig and I am declaring that shit right fucking now.
Today is day 23 without a single cigarette.
My hometown is underwater, uninhabitable, unrecognizable, and utterly destroyed.
Things are different.
And let me be entirely honest with you. I really, really, really enjoy blogging. I do. And I did. And I am going to really, really, really enjoy it again. It’s not the easiest thing to do with a full time job, but it most certainly isn’t the hardest. And you know what? FUCK WORK. Fuck busting your goddamn ass for someone who is NOT YOU.
Fuck that shit.
So things will be changing.
You may get a little bummed out. I will most likely begin accepting sponsorships/affiliates. And you know why? Because fuck busting your goddamn ass for someone who is NOT YOU. Fuck that shit right up it’s delusional American Dream ass.
Blogging is one of my absolute favorite hobbies. And if I can make a buck doing that then why on earth am I not doing that?
Okay.
I really love you guys and I am so thankful for the support on this. I want to be fully satisfied with how I spend the hours in my day. I want to be happier. And I want you along for the ride.
Booties: Shoedazzle \\ Jeans: Urban \\ Quilted T: Forever 21 \\ Bag: Thrifted \\ Necklace: H&M (old)
Cheers to you and your flying pigs.
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