lover of humanity – explorer of worlds – woman of wonder – artist of words – teller of truths
Oh Lovely Whit, You are a hot mess. Like that time you dropped a slice of pepperoni pizza on your new cotton pants. Right. In. The. Crotch. (Holy hell that was hot! And messy!) That is you right now: your pants covered in red sauce with mild burns on your sensitive parts. Hot. Mess. You…
Lovely Whit, You are single. Again. Sigh. Now begins the long, arduous journey of rediscovering yourself. You need to understand who you are outside of someone else. On your own. Alone. Just you. (Scary.) You have become so dependent on another person that the thought of being alone is frightening. In fact, it is so…
That time my life exploded like the Big Bang (and other ramblings from a twenty-something year old woman) Oh Dearest Whit, Your life is a mess. You can’t even begin to comprehend how this happened. Everything collided at once in a moment of incredible brilliance and an unbelievable amount of exploding shit. Usually you can…
Whit Munroe 