Let's Gab About It!

Buona sera all my peanut butter cups!! There’s that familiar nip(ple) in the air that brings such beautiful memories of warm coffee with fuzzy socks on and a new morning’s frost...ONLY this season brings more than just T.J.Maxx fleece blankets. Say a heartfelt welcome to ~seasonal depression~ or as I like to call it - advanced sadness 🙂.  Ahhh yes, the days are shorter and the darkness isn’t just outside anymore! Honestly though, the days never feel as long as they do during this time...here we go about to get in the feels - and a 5, 6, 7, 8 - UGH seasonal depression is hard for me to even explain. Everyone and their mother claims to have seasonal depression, so why are you special right? WRONG. I can’t stand this mentality. NO ONE ELSE’S FEELINGS TAKE AWAY FROM YOUR OWN. This isn’t some competition to see who can explain how they’re the most depressed. BUT at the same time, please refrain from throwing the saying around like a bad joke because the sad reality is, for some of us, ...

Hello my little French croissants!!! I want to just say, “OH MAH STARS I AM SO BLESSED!!” (If you really know me you know how that would have sounded.) But WOW - the overwhelming amount of support I’ve gotten through my new insta page?!?! Who knew you guys had it in ya - jk I am so appreciative and people folllowed me that I didn’t even know read, let alone CARED about my 2am thoughts spewed into the worldwide web-universe! SO WOW - THANK YOU🥺.  Aight, enough of the sappy shit. I just got back from being in the motherland and it was much needed. I read through some old journals (yikes) and looked through some old pics (bigger yikes). Being surrounded by the fam was a blessing, AND IMPORTANTLY, gave me the strength I needed to biggity bounce it all the way back to Boston. Ayooo! - ew stop me please. ANYWHO - because of quarantimes, I haven’t graced the lord with my presence in quite some time - literally and figuratively. I have been so spiritually absent and LAWD lemme tell you I ...

Hello all my little spooky gourds! I'm coming to you live from the 315!! Yes - I've ventured home for a bit. I was super adamant on staying in Boston and being all, "Mom, you sweet thing, I'm an ADULT so I can handle turmoil all on my own!" LOL I mean who was I kidding? I'm still the equivalent of a 9 year old kid lost in a Walmart.  So yeah, this was a tough pill to swallow. It's been almost a full month without a job and the prospects are looking QUITE DISMAL. Even the positions that excite me are all remote (kill me). All I want is a routine work life with a steady income to support me and my damn cat! (Arch gets super high maintenance this time of year.) I don't think that's too much to ask for. WELL it is. Okay I'm done being all "woah is me." On another note - @RoommateMaddie and I have come to the conclusion that when you have no responsibilities, every day is a Saturday! (aka super dangerous on the liver) I've been trying ...

Heyyyyyyy all you cool ca- nope not even going to say it. ^indicator of how this weekend has been! ...wait I think it’s Friday. Wow I guess the days really melt together when you’ve got nothing going on! *nervous laughs*  ANYWAYS. Hey buddies - I’ve spent the last few days doing some deep reflecting...internally but also literally, by looking at myself in the mirror. (There’s that gab whit we all know and love) YIKES. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve lived in the cycle of hating my body, wanting to change my body, feeling too depressed about actually acting to change my body, then accepting what I am as meh.  I don’t care what shape, size, or gender you are; at some point in your life I’m sure you looked in the mirror and wished you could change something. Is this a bad thing? Only if you let it be. AYOO Gab’s about to hit you with it.  Body dysmorphia is the most painful mind game in this life. I’ll be honest (that’s why I made the damn blog) I got on the scale Monda...

Que PASTA my lovely cherubs! I thought I’d change it up a little for this one and talk about luvvvvvv 💕 (kill me) I’ve tapped into some local heroes (my friends) for input on the topic since I’m in the .009% of success rate of finding love in a hopeless place. (Thank u Riri)  Yes - I will keep this short because I hate people like me that are “happy in love” ...barf - BUT he’s my best friend’s cousin, that’s how I found him at first. When I saw how beautiful he was, I basically slid into my man’s DMs and was like “u up” but in a cute way. Then after a couple months of pandering him about what we were he asked me out in a Taco Bell parking lot🥺. Truly a modern day love story. (No I’m not kidding and no I wouldn’t change a DAMN thing) He’s perfect and I get to be all of my weird and crazy self with him! HOWEVER. Hold your aw’s and ooh’s! I didn’t become a regular Princess Dianna (rest in POWER you GODDESS) overnight - I put up with my FAIR SHARE of absolute garbage men. I said what...

 Hey all you cooky crackheads out there - it's ya girl not knowing how to start a new post! Anyways - I have gotten an overwhelming amount of positive feedback and encouragement and let me just go ahead and say YOU’RE WELCOME. lol kidding...I really appreciate all of the nice comments and what not, I DO IT FOR MY FANS ahh there I go again, sorry. I thought I’d ride this train while I’m on it though, and continue the Covid conversation. Now that I’m #funemployed there is really no structure in my day to day, which is, for a lack of better words, downright TERRIFYING. You mean to tell me that I’m the only person in charge of myself? That’s a sick joke! Lucky for me - my roommate, Maddie is also riding the sans job bus (pls hire us), so we get to not only be sad, but get this, sad ~together~. Yes this is semi depressing (trust me we’ve faced the reality together too) but the main point I’m trying to make ISSSS supportiveness = important(ive)ness™️  I’m not going to lie - being un...