YOLO joonjoons.
I know you’re tired of hearing ‘yolo’ – (you only live once) but it applies so well to this post, I swear!
If you ever wanted to know what it would be like to blog for SandF, here’s a little sneak peak into the emotional crisis:
Everytime I write something, part of me thinks: “Wow, I feel so liberated sharing this with the entire internet” –then, the other part of me thinks: “Wow, I just screwed myself out of a job and a husband.”
Ehh, it’s a schizo-tradeoff Farrah and I have come to love.
Now keep that in mind, as I share one of the most embarassing experiences of my life.
Back when I first started college, I was a fresh-faced FOOL. And I don’t mean in a naive or sheltered way (because I actively UN-sheltered myself in HIGH SCHOOL).
I mean in the Dictionary defintion sort of way:
