Mortified Monday – PMS Pass

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Oh, y’all didn’t know that I get a PMS Pass? That’s because I just made it up.

I quit running for a week (except for when zombies chased me through the woods) because I did something weird to my leg. Literally every day it the pain moves to a different location. If that wasn’t enough, my minor arthritis has stepped up its game. I’ve learned my lesson about rest and recovery, no matter how much I hate it.

PMS is the worst time to be sidelined with an injury. But throw in that Todd Akin shit and the Mondays and I just can’t even, guys. That scale will push me over the edge. I control my own destiny, and today ignorance is bliss. Legitimate bliss. Which results in a food baby.

Welp, back to Teen Wolf and this bowl of guac. Seize the day, weeze the juice, etc.

Mortified Monday #4

You still can’t see any difference, but I feel different. And that’s the important part … right?

Sometimes When You Write Things, They Come True

This was a good day. Stay tuned.

Mortified Monday #3

Hay guys.

Mortified Monday is Coming!

We’re filming a video this week, which means staying late to work on last minute stuff, 5am call times, trips to farms, rigging an elevator, etc. etc. So I took my picture and ran my miles and all that jazz; I’m just beat. I’ll attempt to post tomorrow if I make it out of Illinois alive. (This all sounds like a pain in the ass, but I’m loving that all this chaos is for something I wrote.)

Thrilling And/Or Appalling Confession #10

TA/OA Confession #10: I still have the hots for Diplo, even though I just realized he’s in that Die Antwoord video with all the penises.