Monu-motha-fuckin-mental

Yep. Mark this on your calendars, y'all. This is a monumental moment. So earlier this evening I was spiraling into one of my sad-music-cry-fests-of-depression, you know those really pathetic ones I used to have so often. I listened to one or three depressing songs, started to cry and then switched to my girl, Kelis. She pumped me up, then I decided to have a dance party, by myself, in my apartment. I turned my depression into empowerment. Fuck yeah. And I got some great exercise! Making progress...slowly but surely!