I am tired. I’m tired of resolutions, and celebrating, and empty sentiments, and I am 1000 DONE with good intentions that fart their way out of existence because of lack of hustle from broke-ass scrubs (who definitely are not me).
I’m kind of banking on a phoenix-birthing renaissance in 2017, especially after the landfill inferno that was mine and this nation’s year in 2016. I went home to California for Christmas break with one objective in mind: heal…and bum off my sisters. I pulled out all my workout gear from under the bed, untouched for over […]
Helllooooo 2016. Yea, so, pulling myself out of credit card debt sure as shit isn’t going to happen this year. Nevertheless, I’m vehement to make this year, 2016, the year I become a fully functional adult. Already there are ambitious plans in place for domestication, and I’ve recently revisited my addiction to Credit Karma (after […]