I am living for the slutty chats all my bookish friends and I are having in our discords.

Instead of clapping back at a work email, I just deleted it. I think that’s growth.

The Venn diagram of people who think Hozier’s Take Me To Church, Hallelujah, and Madonna’s chorus Like A Prayer are pro Christianity AND people who think Kendrick’s halftime show was patriotic?

A circle.

Took some NyQuil, now it’s time to put on an audiobook, set the timer for 15 minutes and then pass out ✌🏼

RIP TikTok. It should’ve been Twitter

I hit 100 rides on the peloton today and that feels like a huge feat for someone who notoriously hates bicycles.

How do I tell my brain that it can’t turn off until 5pm on Tuesday? Like I still have to be productive at work for another 2 days.

For the past few weeks my 4yo has been requesting we read The Bed Book by Sylvia Plath nearly every night and I love this for us.

Just a corporate girlie wishing I could DNF my job and read all day

With the kiddo at the grandparents house, I have managed to do the following before noon: catch up on The Great British Bake-off, drink an entire cup of coffee while it was still hot, eat breakfast, ride 18.89 miles, and a load of laundry from start to finish.

Well well well, looks like I found somewhere else to talk about books and my life