I went to my regular Starbucks this morning, and my drink was perfect. I have finally figured out my perfect formula: 4 shots of espresso and a splash of steamed vanilla sweet cream.
Hello, Tuesday. I am ready to beat you into submission.
I had a tele-health visit with my primary care physician this morning. I got scheduled to get my IUD in the next few weeks, and she feels confident that it will stop these heavy ass periods I keep having.
I’m so over having a period and buying tampons and all that jazz. I’m almost 52 years old. I don’t want children. Enough is enough.
I just wrote 890 words about Angela Bassett and how white people expected her to grin and bear it after the Oscars played in her face on Sunday.