Wow the return of the blogger. I know it’s been awhile; my birthday has passed, as well as homecoming, but I finally have important topics to discuss. FIRST OFF DO YEW KNEOW WHAT TODAY ISSSS? Okay, it’s my spookaversary and we are big acting up. It is bright outside, the air is crisp, the leaves have crunched and the spirit of the Great Pumpkin is currently outside stomping your yard.

Your FBI Agent Misses You

I’m sorry, but if you’re one of those people who covers their laptop camera I’m judging you. Because I think you’re dense. Af. Every time I sit within the sea that is student hood, I have to lay my eyes on all sorts of tape and obstructions and truth is I’m tired.

It seems as though nowadays everyone is concerned about being watched or heard through their devices (more…)

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I recently asked my loyal IG followers for their perspective on defining love…anddddd no one replied, so I guess I’m on my own for this one. The idea that I’m about to discuss landed in my brain some some weeks ago when I was pondering how I separate the Love Mes from the Love Me Nots. It was then that something snagged my attention. A single word that I recognized easily, but don’t usually think about in the context of love. Sight.