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I went to a wedding this past weekend, and I’m like, yeah, this works.

But why settle for a celebration when you can go buy a cake whenever you want?!

Me, yesterday: I’m giving up bread and cheese this week.

Me, by Friday: *elbows-deep in chicken pesto pizza*

Here’s to crushin’ goals, everyone!

Behind every great woman is another woman rehearsing every word sent in a text to a man confirming a Bumble date…or grocery item…or really, just anything.

There’s legitimately nothing I enjoy more than deleting unread emails. Especially the ones with those high-priority flags. Or deadlines. Those are really special to ignore.