“Amy Awareness Month”.. Or something along those lines because all of my exes be tryin ta hit me up.

that I actually love.

I got money to blow oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh.

New school.

New/old city.

New/old friends.

No drama.

Coming soon: New apartment.

I can say I’m actually happy for the first time this year.

That awkward moment when you realize your ex has all of the characteristics of a psychopath..

Even though EVERY TIME I make out with someone in MEMPHIS I get sick.

My week was like a Katy Perry song. You know, streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark… Drinking a lot of whiskey and dancing on stage with drag queens who looked better naked than I do. ‘Twas a great way to end the summer and spend time with my BFF before she left to explore Europe without me :( Now, back to real life.