Who would've thought that a forgotten e-mail address would lead to a two year hiatus? In the back of my mind, I'd like to imagine that our continued foray into 'blogger-dom' could have led us into a new, never before imagined level of success, but we're still young, we still have time to bring to fruition the boundless joys that can come from re-entering this burgeoning field. It's funny to think about just how this has - in a small sense - become an open doorway into my mind (at least in regards to my personal opinions - i.e. entertainment, politics, activism, etc.). 

Currently, I am dealing with the looming stress of finding a real job while also attempting to finish my undergraduate education on time so that I may still be classified under "Class of 2016", pursuing graduate education, coping with being potentially penniless and entering a foot into the professional media world I plan to dominate à la Oprah Winfrey and/or Jon Stewart. I'm also slowly processing the fact that a certain, unhinged mega mogul-who-shall-not-be-named may very well be the next President of the United States, leading us into a literal doomsday, so just fun things all around here. 

All jokes aside, the very real anxiety that continues to hold both my mind and heart in a vice grip built to the point where I actually took the time out of my summer day to fight with Google and canvas the recesses of my brain for the e-mail address that provided entry into my virtual diary, and so, here I am, back at it again with the lengthy chats! Whether one person reads this, one hundred people read this, BEYONCÉ READS THIS or no people at all, I myself have regained a newfound pleasure source in which to release into that...sounds like a nice way to describe masturbation and that is all I need to get by.

With Love,

Simone