There are things we must do as women. One of those things is to get a mammogram screening.
I have been getting my boobies squished once a year for the past 15 years. And every time, I get the same letter. Dense breast tissue. No issues.
Until last week.
I have a new way to measure depression.
This is in no way meant to denigrate Anna Kendricks. Her funny and insightful presence on Twitter is worth the price of admission.
That being said, I’ve learned that the movies Pitch Perfect are a good way to gauge my current level of depression.
The weather turned off stupid hot again. The humidity makes the air taste like dirt and exhaust soup.
Right now, thunder rolls in the distance. There’s no rain yet, but it is coming. No more dirt and exhaust soup.
