Yo from Seattle! I get to hang out at the @livesalted conference allll day and take pictures and eat donuts and drink coffee and be with the beautiful humans of Washington. Bless my face. #50mmselfiechill (at Seattle, Washington)

Thinking about starting a new show called “Between Two Trucks”. Where I talk about hard-hitting issues whilst in between two trucks. This is a concept shoot where I tease the audience. And also tease the trucks a little bit. Sorry if this is too sensual. NSFWednesdays. (at Bend, Oregon)

HELLO! 👋🏻 I MADE A NEW VIDEO AND PUT IT ON YOUTUBE FOR YOU & ME & EVERYONE WE KNOW! 👁 there’s a link to it in the bio 👁 (at Bend, Oregon)

MODEL CALL! I’m shootin’ at a studio in Bend tomorrow afternoon and our theme is Mother’s Day! I’m looking for a mama and her kiddos (in whatever ages and amounts you come!) to show up for just like 10 minutes MAX. If you’re a mom (or a kid with a mom handy) with a few extra minutes tomorrow afternoon, this gig will be easy like poopin’ after morning coffee. If you’re interested or have q’s, comment or dm! 🦌 (at Bend, Oregon)

I cut friggin 7-ish inches off my hair this week! Honestly, it’s just because I’m a grown up and I do what I want. And I really wanted to spend less time on my hair and more time feelin’ ZEXY. - photo to come maybe in like a month or whenever I get one! - And also this is me holding up a blanket behind myself as a backdrop. 👋🏻

I’m two weeks deep into my first coffee shop job and I slight pause LOVE slight pause IT. I get to move my body, serve the beautiful people of Bend, not stare at a screen, get trained by THEE @breeziedee, and come home to workspace I’m excited for and not dreading. I have more space for days off and personal creative projects. I can’t WAIT to catch my breath and show this world even more of what’s bubblin’ inside me (“omG, not another gas reference, PLEASE” - everyone) Give me liberty or give me death, and I’m choosing libertyyyyyyyy *echoes into space and back again, a Brooklyn’s Tale* (at Companion Coffeehouse)

Hello, person! Pardon my interruption, but would you like photos? Like FRESH ones while you’re alive so that the documentary about your life has a bunch of options instead of like those boring docs where they show the same 11 images over and over? Hit me up; I do photos in exchange for money and BOYYYyyYy AM I A GOOD TIME! 🌝📷✋🏻

29 things that make me GASSY (jk that’s a longer list) —-that make me HAPPY: 1. Phil Collins 2. Cotton candy 3. Rolling hills, a little breeze 4. All the episodes of MTV’s True Life, Real World, and Sweet 16 5. The first sip of coffee in the morning 6. When a cloud passes over on a hot day 7. Corn! FREAKING CORN! 8. Palm trees, not sorry, oregon 9. Flossing, not sorry, teeth 10. Buttered, toasted sourdough bread, like shiny heaven tiles 11. Beanies (except really slouchy ones that people literally pin to their heads no THANK you wtf is even why) 12. YouTube! 13. The way it feels when you wake up wayyyy before your alarm and you can sleep more 14. Velvet and fuzz and corduroy and texture 15. Being in water, all the water, give me WATER 16. Soft, huge t-shirts 17. Hoarse, squeaky laughter 18. Pulling sunglasses down winking over the top 19. Editing like 700000 photos 20. Going to the movies and seeing every single movie 21. Loud music 22. Ellen Degeneres 23. When someone asks me to brainstorm 24. Cat paws 25. Cranberry juice, grape juice, but lord, cran-grape?! GOD’S JUICE! 26. Storytelling podcasts 27. Harmonizing 28. @sierrapruitt’s style 29. Watching friends play video games and providing my intellectual and emotional support 🧠 🎮 (at Bend, Oregon)

We’re ALLLLL going through changes! Including me! All the time! Probably until I die! I’m yelling now! Actually, it feels like I’m yelling, but I’m just typing with my mouth slightly agape like everyone else, but my MIND IS YELLING!

If you see a liiiittle tiny stream of smoke coming out of one of my ears, it’s from the little fire in my heart that’s burnin’ from @thebandjoseph & @beccamancari singing my cold dead body back to life! Thanks for letting me shoot you. 🔥 I made a playlist of all the Joseph and Becca Mancari that Spotify could give me. Check the bio. (at Volcanic Theatre Pub)

I’m layin’ here post-work & chores, and I’m reallyyyyy sleepy like MAYBE a nap is coming, but you know how you wish you could just spoon someone? Like, we’re all born as spoons and a spoon can’t spoon itself, or else it’ll have to get irreversibly bent outta shape to do so! Do you want me to get bent outta shape?!? Spoon me, for pete’s sake!!! #spoonBrooklyn #spooneveryone ••• “She’s tired, that’s all.” “Idk Carol, she’s talking a lot about spooning, sounds pretty sexual to me.” “Lord, Larry, get over it, she’s a grown woman!” “Well, she could have some decency!!! There are children in this internet!!!” And that’s the day Carol set her napkin down at Denny’s and gave Larry the glare that broke his hip in two places. #spoonCaroltoo

The gallery that this is from is called “The One With Jorts”. If you’re not having any fun in your career, why are you doin’ it? (at Bend, Oregon)

This lil turd burger is 29 years old today! What I know about her: + she’s really spatially organized, mentally not so much + she WILL eat too many grapes if you let her + she has a low tolerance for PDA and also long PDFs + she believes she’s cool but not *that* cool, like queen of her own life, but not queen of yours + she will *say* she’s growing out her bangs but always sneak a trim and come back to them + still isn’t sure how planes work + still loves her nana + still eats Dinty Moore stew from the can + memorizes every song + loves a good fish fry (why don’t people in the PNW have these??) + she’s still set on entertaining the world. Happy birthday to this little girl who became this big girl. I’m proud of how far she’s made it.

WELL, MARTI!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! You booped into my life 6 years ago with those kitty shoes and it’s only gotten better because of you since then! BETTER! You messed with what could have been a very mediocre life! 🧡 Swipe through to see the beautiful sides of my friend on the eve of her 27th birthday, glowing from the inside out (that’s what being a great human does, people; try it.) Can’t wait to slurp up all the juicy goodness of friendship and travel and learning that we can possibly do in this world until I friggin die! Thanks for messin’ me up. Weeee! 👭 (at Bend, Oregon)

For a noticeable spike in your Friday Joyometer: 1. Look at this photo of Breezie with a MF BABY PUG! 2. Go listen to the brand spankin’ new album from my girl @lizaannemusic! She’s a hero to women, lives her dreams, and rode in my car after @natclo’s wedding and I still feel like I got to chauffeur the Queen. 3. Be thankful that there’s such a thing as airplane mode and an off button! 4. Mexican food - maybe eat some!?!? 5. Have a photo or two taken of yourself by someone who is good at that so that you feel sexy and powerful and strong and you can be like “look, here I am, this is ME.” 6. Sing “This Is Me” while looking at the photo. 7. If you need help or a listening ear, a hug, a sandwich partner, a “let’s watch a Will Ferrell movie” bud, then find it. Don’t live another day quietly pining for community! Just go get it. (at Companion Coffeehouse)

We are not the first women and we will certainly not be the last. We have long worked to make a way with a spirit of justice, of balance, intuition, endurance in our bones. Let’s keep at this work. Let’s wake up and do that weird stretch thing we do to realign our spine, and then do that work for ourselves now and for all who are coming. There will always be girls, and if we stay the course, they’ll get to become women who know all others as united equals. Strange that many think that this is all merely some selfish work, being a woman. If fact, it’s the very opposite.

Sometimes I imagine my future boyfriend meeting Hope and being like “this cat is amazing” and I’m like “yeah, I bought her that way!” (I’m about to say some potentially uncomfortable things, and I’d like you to imagine me sitting in my home library, in a chair, sipping some cranberry juice and pondering life deeply.) It feels weird to be single and be not so young anymore. I actually start to wonder if I would even KNOW how to date at this point? I’m sure I can google it if a worthy man arrives. I don’t ever talk about being single, though I find myself wondering if people wonder about it, too. I also tend to wonder if they know why I am? I think, “Maybe they’re too afraid to tell me that they know exactly why I’ve not been a suitable partner for anyone yet.” Of course, I wonder about many, many other things, but in this world, I can’t help but notice myself amongst an ever changing landscape of relationships and how I relate less and less. And I have to be honest with you, I have to wonder if I’m getting more comfortable with being single or if I’m getting more afraid of the opposite! Hmm. Let me say that I’m not interested in hearing “oh my god girl, you will find a man, he will LOVE YOU, just wait!” Or “if they don’t see how amazing you are, they can suck a duck.” I’m good, guys. I love you, and I believe you, but I have years of your encouragements under my belt and sometimes MORE icing on the cupcake just gets messy. To be honest, while I think I’ll always dream of a partner in this life, a witness to my always and evers, a person who takes pictures of me instead of my tripod, a person who isn’t afraid of me... I think in the last few years, I finally came around a corner and realized that I am so okay with being a lil ol’ me until I leave this planet. I’m tired of waiting on someone. I’ve seen Baby Mama way too many times to think waiting is my only option. Patience is a virtue, but so is courage. So, I’m not mad at anyone for “not showing up”, I’m not “forever alone” because I have n e v e r been alone, I’m not angry and single. I am sort of peacefully enjoying it, here in my mind’s library with my cranberry juice. 😉 Just wanted you to know where I’m at.