She’s on about herself, some imposter syndrome, and a psuedo-storytime about beginning and branding. Kinda. In the usual meandering way.

She’s on about her adjustment, living in a liminal space, and kinda spiraling about her identity. Obviously not for long, though. There has to be a destination. She is just not sure where that is. She is not a fortune teller. She’s just spiraling.

She’s on about packing for Colorado and her travel day

She’s on about being sick for the 2nd weekend in a row, and in HS (chronic illness) and a sneaky ED mention

Oh, she’s on about her mountain move, and her family, and perception. Simple!

I quit drinking, I quit eating meat (and eggs and dairy) for 8 years, I quit nicotine, I quit being vegan, and I quit working in corporate america. I don’t wanna do it anymore. I am not perfect, I have not quit caffeine. I have not quit oversharing. I have not quit living. I didn’t quit college. I have also been fired before. Getting Fired sucks. But it can be good. Same goes for Quitting. My quitting is good. It’s more like, a reframing.

Words don’t even cover all that she’s on about. Now she has added math? She sucks at math. But she seems to be great at being crazy. Maybe this will all come together nicely.

She’s on about her loyalty to femcelhood. Let her talk. Points are perhaps being made.

She’s on about something, and it’s not becoming. This is a particularly self-deprecating essay. Skip it, if you’re not into that kind of thing.

Oh god. This one’s winding. Weekend Deets has Subheaders, but it doesn’t even really denote what shes on about.