here’s an unsolicited life update for you all: there i am, sitting on the beach this morning when that one ariana grande song comes on the radio — you know, the one where she talks about how she feels like a dangerous woman? and it really got me thinking, when was the last time i felt like a dangerous woman? only thing i could think of is when i don’t get stopped going through tsa and have my whole knife block chilling in my carry on. which leads me to, hi, i’m lizzie, and i admit, i’m letting ariana down. what about you guys, what’s the riskiest thing you’ve gotten yourself into? is anything on this trip that might allow me to redeem myself? i'm open to suggestions.