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Ordered Milk & Honey by Rupi Kaur today, and just filled with all the emotions from an email from Amazon that said it’s shipped.

SHIPPED. Like, it’s not even in my HANDS YET.

Just you wait for the brokenhearted-turned-to-triumph chick in me to be UNLEASHED.

And I’m not even SAD about anything! I’m really just excited to take on all those ocean of emotions just page after page after page.

(Work of sensual hands against a bare back by Egon Schiele)

It’s as if Egon Schiele has overhead the same boring talk and posts I have all week.

Nobody cares about your Color Run, Sharon.

Nobody.

Yeah, but hold the fruit; I’m not trying to play any games with being healthy this week. I packed a salad for lunch and I’m like, yeah, what burger place delivers?

Unless, are those ladyfingers? I’ll pretend they’re ladyfingers.

Here’s to missing the weekend already at 11:22am on a Monday, and hoping I can seek out this much pensive professionalism all week long.

Kidding; I hope she’s just examining a Chinese delivery menu.