Oh, hey there.

I've been moving all week and recently had a very cathartic experience while I champion

trying to eat all the contents of my fridge in the past few days.

Lately, I've been making a conscious effort to try and be a real discrete lady in my

public anonymous life, talking about my digestion and labia on a weekly basis and having

it public for the universe has kind of forced me to overcompensate in my normal life.

As you can imagine, walking into a room or running into old classmates has become increasingly

uncomfortable in the past year.

Someone asked me how my vaginal spider bite was a week ago and I literally have not seen

or spoken to this person since the second grade.

So that was a little bit awkward.

This kind of brought light to the fact that I am overly comfortable sharing my crazy.

With this revelation, I have become extremely aware of girl to play the cool girl.

You know, the bitch in a jersey, sip in bed light with her fucking ballé ring and has

no female friends.

Now there are plenty of legitimate cool girls, although I'm pretty sure they would never

use such terminology.

To clarify, I am not a cool girl.

I'm like a constipated, shameless attention seeking, feisty as fuck, nightmare, usually wearing

sequins.

I love girls and I don't want to sound like a total woman hater.

I'm not some self-righteous, femme freak.

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