Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
Gonna puff puff pass on the New Year’s resolutions because I recently quit my last earthly vice! Let’s not talk about it, except to say that it starts with a “V” and it ends with… popcorn lung. So instead of my usual resolutions list, I took my foot off the gas in the self-modification department and wrote my latest substack about: my year in audiobooks, the women & queer owned brands haul I did on Black Friday AND a no holds barred review of Olipop’s recent spate of cream flavors- a piece I had to self publish because the journalism is just too hard hitting. @goodthinggoingprods on Substack (link in bio.) Here’s a mess of pictures from my 2025. So many people and animals I love. A lot of me, not because I am addicted to my own face but because I wrote an extra lot this year, and therefore spent inordinate amounts of time alone. I need a little reminder that I still exist. I also included one of my mother when she was exactly my age- she’s wearing leggings and scrunched socks and I’m clinging to her back like a monkey. Everything about the picture feels vintage in that distinctly maternal way, but it could also be happening right now, on some corner in Fort Greene. It’s comforting how much changes, and also how they stay the same.
