How can someone with so much to verbally say be so unsure of what to actually write about?
Am I seriously going to re-start this blog with a stream of consciousness post? Are you supposed to introduce a blog, introduce yourself? That feels a little presumptuous to me.
I wish I knew how to make chicken and dumplings.
I wish I was wearing jeans.
The nightmare that I had about Dolly Parton being rude to me while I checked her in at the front desk is still messing with me.
Dr. Pepper or Coffee?
Could I pull off swoop bangs like Jessica Day?
The scene where Jessica Day cries in her job interview over a puppy in a cup because of PMS is probably the most relatable thing on TV.