It’s so hot in LA my mind can only think in blips and snippets. What if this whole post was all bleep, blop, bloop, beeee, beep, bop? Would you all unfollow me? Please don’t go. I’m hitting a wall. I will push through. I will arrive on the other side of the wall, damnit. Right now, I’m like, in some weird hallway.
Currently, I’m in the midst of trying to move out of my old, moldy house, into my new temporary house, but it’s temporary so I don’t know what to do with all my stuff. I’ve already sold and donated 90 percent of my clothes. Goodbye, old moldy Holly. I’m ready for a whole new personality.
I’m also trying to write a book about a very difficult time in my life. It opens with me getting punched in the face and kidnapped, and ends many years later after falling flat on my face, breaking it, waking up with a head injury and changing every single aspect of my life. That was the last time I got rid of 90 percent of my belongings and had to start fresh.
It’s not chill. Meanwhile, it’…
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