Johanna. 25. Chicago. Warrior-writer and adventure-nanny. Gryffindor. Connosieur of mermaid myths and bargain champagne. Narrative junkie. Possibly a swamp monster. Has fallen off more than one stage. Once walked six miles through Kumamoto, Japan without any shoes on because I was too proud to ask for directions home. Good at getting lost. Can make a cocktail out of anything. Arbiter of Fry Law. Namesake of the Sexy Strouse. Fluent at flirting in French. Fluent at apologizing in Japanese. Overthinks. Overdresses. Oversleeps.
The only apparent option when covered in coconut oil (moisturizing) is to lay naked on a towel in the middle of the floor and catch up on podcasts.
I’m okay with this.
One weird thing about having bangs that I can brush to the side is that in photos my hair is always going the opposite direction of the way it does in my head/the way I am used to seeing it in the mirror?
Like no wonder I don’t like candid photos of myself they’re all going the wrong way.