I always wonder who reads these things, especially more so because it’s just words on a screen. Whoever, you are, hello and welcome. Thank you for stopping by. I’m already more than halfway done with season 2 of my new favorite addiction. But that’s not the only thing that I’m an addict of.
I’m addicted to sugar, this includes cookies, ice cream, custard, fro-yo, cakes, pies, even sweet fruits like strawberries, pineapples, and grapes. I’m about to head to Target, and I’ve debated on buying Oreos or not. I know that I don’t need them, but the Lord knows I want them.
Also, I’m addicted to people because people are irreplaceable, mean, kind, sassy, and smart. People intrigue me, but most of that intrigue is frustration because I try to understand people, especially what makes us-us. So lately, since I’m living in NYC for two months, a fraction of the 8 million people that I encounter daily who live here have increased my appreciation for people of all sizes, colors, and all of their preferences because that’s their right, to choose for themselves what they like or not.
At first, I didn’t like this broken, rollie chair in my room, but the recline on this thing is quite comfortable.