Happy Monday, angel.

As you may have already caught on from that image up there, we have cause to celebrate this week.

This upcoming Saturday, my sweet little career advice baby turns two. 

I'll keep it real for you. Thanks to this whole "I moved to London" thing, I almost skipped over this milestone.
 

Fate has just struck. Literally, just now.

I just opened up MailChimp to write you this email, and I titled it "On Running Away To Join The Circus."

And then I kinda paused. I got up, and stretched. I'm in a funk today, and I didn't really know exactly how to write about it.

Then, I looked at my phone. And this had just been posted.

Friend,

Really confused at how it's been 6 weeks since I arrived in the UK.

I'm in that weird blurry transitional period where I can't really remember what came before and, hence, can't remember why I've made this decision. It's kinda gross, to be honest, but I'm pushing through.

Hey friend,

Kinda boring week.

As you know from my super-lame Instagramming, I hurt my back pretty badly and have been basically coiled up somewhere within a 50-foot radius of my bed, surrounded by painkillers and ice packs.

I did get an email regarding a drunken $50 donation I made to some kind of charity competition in the hopes of winning a date with Idiris Elba, though. They're announcing the winner this week so... raise one up to Jesus for me.

Hey love,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I sway back and forth every year on whether or not I enjoy this holiday, but this time -- I've decided I'm moderately into it. Well, at least enough to make you this little love note.