I just need wipes and toilet paperI just need wipes and toilet paperI repeated these words over and over to myself as I pulled into the parking earlier this afternoon. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore The Tar-jay, but only when I’m by myself, with no time limit, on payday, with a giant latte …
My Life as a Closet Introvert
I’ve done it more times than I care to admit. I’m not really sure when it started, and maybe I’ve always done it one way or another. This particular day, I could already feel my anxiety creeping its way into my mind and body like an invasive parasite; ready to drain the life right out …