on getting older, subpar boyfriends, and Aaliyah

I'm never beating the hater allegations, am I?

pictured here is me, senior year of college, hiding under a throw pillow. I was informed later that apparently, everyone could still see me???

Every time I derive genuine joy from incorporating a new small appliance into my daily routine (this month, it’s my Ninja Creami), I really begin to feel it: I’m getting older. I turned thirty a few months ago and…