It’s Britney bitch, and I’m back.
Hello followers, I haven’t seen you since…the great war.
*stares longingly into the distance*
Or since college, I guess. Same thing.
Since I want to do something with my degree other than wipe dust up with it, I said to myself, “Hey, Kelly, you should try blogging again” to which I replied, “Well, Kelly, who’s going to read it? How are you any different than any other ‘twenty-something’ that literally can’t even?” to which I said back, “Fuck if I know, but you might as well try.”
And here we are, thus creating Talking At Myself.
I’ll try to post regularly. I’ll try to refrain from telling you about how all I want to do is eat a whole sleeve of Oreos while sitting on my couch alone Netflix bingeing without a bra on and I haven’t showered in days and men are terrible and I just want cats and I LITERALLY CANNOT. CAN’T EVEN.
Give me a break, ladies.
I’ll catch you on the FLIPPITY FLIP. With a new post…coming up…
soon.
Talking at Myself 