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Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!

can't hang w the baristas

can't hang w the baristas

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. I fend off Ani till 7:30am before getting up to feed her.

. Back in bed because it feels good under the weight of these blankets and I consider buying one of those automatic cat feeder contraptions.

. Decaf earl grey, oat milk, morning bath. It’s starting to snow.

. He brings espresso + spilled milk.

. Interrogation over stewed tomatoes and jammy eggs.

. A walk in the snow that is mostly slush. The dog is happy to be off her leash and we talk about art.

. My boots are full of cold water. We go another lap.

. Now the snow is real snow and everything is covered white.

. I’m chattering a mile a minute with her. Fucking espresso.

. Wine + benadryl + Killing Eve + I wonder when sleep will come.

we navigate by stories but sometimes we only escape by abandoning them

we navigate by stories but sometimes we only escape by abandoning them