I had a bad day. A really bad one. High stress, lots of sweating, hate-scrolling, and crying, wishing for a reprieve. So, I crawled into my closet, got out my podcasting floor pillow, and spoke into my phone again.

Wherein I’m a Godless Bisexual Astronaut

Brooklyn tells it like it is, even if she knows nothing about it! She’ll make you laugh, break your heart, and weird you out when she talks in the third person like this.