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To be human is to be gross and weird. To be human is to be disgusting and bizarre. To be human is to poop and pee and pick your boogers and talk to yourself in the mirror and itch your armpit and then sniff your finger. To be human is to be ultimately gross and weird. And that's normal. We're all gross and weird. However, most other people don't see us being gross and weird. On occasion, our family member, best friend or significant other might catch us being gross and weird, and depending on our closeness to that person, it might not be so bad. But for the most part, other people don't see us being gross or weird. Some of our grossest and weirdest moments usually happen alone. And there's something kind of stressful about that. I know. I personally find myself feeling like, oh my God, I'm a freak and no one knows. I feel like an imposter. I'm putting off this facade to the world that I'm cool, I'm cute, I'm clean. Actually, nobody thinks I'm clean and nobody has since I was a teenager when I one time said on the Internet that I don't like to shower. That has stuck with me. And people have thought of me as unhygienic for the remainder of my career. So maybe my feelings are irrational because people actually do think that I'm gross and weird, so that's kind of nice. But people don't know how gross and weird I am. People don't know how gross and weird you are. We are the only ones who are with ourselves 24 hours a day, seven days a week to see every single side of ourselves. Our most disgusting and bizarre of moments come out when we're alone. Recently, in my moments alone, I've been finding myself doing shit that I cannot imagine other people seeing. Like, truly, it makes me shudder to think about others seeing into my home, seeing into my car, seeing into my mind in my moments alone. Because some of the shit I do is just fucking weird or gross or bizarre. Like it's. It's kind of mortifying. However, ironically, today I'm going to be sharing with you all of the gross and weird shit that I do when I'm alone. To make you feel less gross and weird about yourself and to hopefully entertain you. And to get it off my chest.
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Let'S begin with a story. One of my most disgusting stories. I actually cannot believe that this happened. And please refrain from harsh judgment because this story is hard to fathom and it's a little weird. So just bear with me here. So I was sitting at my desk in my office working on my computer one evening around 5pm sun was going down, it was getting dark. I was like, ugh. I was sitting there at my desk working and I was starting to get a little bit distracted, as I do sometimes after working for a few hours and I noticed that I had a weird taste in my mouth. I think I have a tonsil stone. I get tonsil stones every once in a while. If you don't know what a tonsil stone is, let me educate you. This is a little bit disgusting. I'm warning you, so bear with me. Tonsil stones are small hard lumps that form in the tonsils. They're made of food debris, bacteria, fungi, in minerals like calcium. Tonsil stones are caused by debris trapped in the tonsillar crypts which calcifies. This can often be food. Although bacteria, fungi and mucus can also form tonsil stones, they can also form due to allergies when you have an upper respiratory tract infection like the flu, common cold or post nasal drip. I personally get tonsil stones in my left tonsil because, number one, I have very bad seasonal allergies and post nasal drip it's mucus issues. In addition to that, from inspecting my left tonsil, I have a lot of folds and creases and crevices in my left tonsil that basically are begging for things to get caught within the folds of it, right? So I have very good dental hygiene, oral hygiene. I brush my teeth twice a day. I always get good reports from the dentist. It's not that. It is that I have allergies and a particularly folded, increased left tonsil. Now the first time I got a tonsil stone was traumatic for me. I had no idea what the taste in my mouth was because this is disgusting. But tons, tonsil stones, you can kind of tell that they're there. You can't feel them unless they're really big. But mine never get that big. You can taste them and I'M very hyper aware of my body, okay? So the second I start developing a tonsil stone, I can taste it. And it's subtle, but I can taste it. And the taste of it comes in waves. It's disgusting. And I've asked people in my life, boyfriends, my parents, like, hey, can you smell this on my breath? It's disgusting. I know. I'm sorry. And all of them have so far said no. And I know that one of them would at least be honest. All of those people, those are people in my life that are not, yes, men, okay? Yes, women, for talking about my mom, they would tell me. So. Luckily, my tonsil stones are not severe enough to cause social issues. But to me, they're disgusting, okay? And to make the matters even more disgusting, if I taste one or smell one disgusting, I will shine a flashlight into my throat and look at my tonsil. And I'll take my long acrylic nail and I'll push my tonsil around and look and see if there's a little tonsil stone hidden on my tonsil. Now, you can see them very easily. They're not on the inside of the tonsil. They're on the outside. It's almost like having a pimple on your tonsil. And it's like a white little growth. Now, mine are very small. Usually mine never get that big, which is great, but I can still find them and remove them. And removing it consists of picking it out with my nail, spitting out the excess, and then gargling with salt water until it's really clean back there. And then moving on with my day. So let's go back in time to 5pm working at my desk, I taste a tonsil stone in my mouth. I have a little mirror in my office. It's there for decor purposes. Not really there for a functional mirror, but just adds a bit of texture to the room. For the first time in my life, I decide, you know, I'm actually gonna use this mirror. Cause I think I can taste a tonsil stone. And I start flashing my flashlight into my throat to try to get this thing out. And I'm looking around, and I'm looking around, and it's clearly in one of the folds or it's not big enough to see yet, you know, one or the other. So I'm like, really digging in there. And I will say, you know, I have a pretty good gag reflex. Like, not to be weird, but, like, I can really dig my finger back there and, like, get in there, you know what I mean? And I'LL gag a little bit, but, like, I'm pretty good. I have a good tolerance for that. So I'm really getting in there. My eyes are watering. Like, it's. It's getting intense. Okay. Like, I'm really digging and really making myself gag. But it. I was like, I need to find this thing. It's like, really bothering me. And honestly, I was also kind of procrastinating. I was like, I don't really want to be working right now on my computer. I'd much rather be doing something else. So let me just like, spend an hour trying to get out this tonsil stone that I can't even find. Apparently, all of a sudden, the unthinkable happens. The unthinkable happens. I projectile vomit, I kid you not. Onto the floor. Actually, not just on the floor. On the rug in my office, on the curtains in my office, on the wall. I mean, it. I was in shock, okay? I've tested my gag reflex enough. I've never thrown up and I've pushed myself to the limit. I thought I had a what? Throw up all over the floor? Not just like a cute little bit? No, no, no. My entire lunch from a few hours. It was an unbelievable tragedy. I'm glad no one else was there, okay. Cause it was a tough cleanup process. There's only one person on the planet who I would allow to do it. It's me. I don't even think I'd allow my mother to clean that up. And I'd let her clean up a lot because she's my mom and I still am like, mommy, you know? But no, that was even. I. That's a mess only you can clean up. It was unbelievable. Believable. It was a freak accident, but it was one of those scenarios where I was like, oh, my God, thank God no one else is here, like randomly throwing up on the ground. Oh, my God. I've been having like a lot of weird, random throw up incidences recently. Like alcohol all of a sudden making me throw up after one glass of wine. That is not an exaggeration. Go listen to my episode about my alcohol intolerance question mark. Apparently I have that now. Self diagnosed. Should probably go get it tested before I jump to conclusions. But anyway, go listen to that conversation if you want. It's an episode from a week ago or two. Insane, insane situation. So, yeah, me accidentally throwing up everywhere in my office. You know, it's so fucked up too. Normally I try to remove my tonsil stones in my bathroom because that's where all of My other mirrors are. So it was like this freak accident that I was in my office where there's a rug and there's a curtain and it's like, you know, whereas if I would have done that in front of the sink in my bathroom, I would have then thrown up in the sink, which would have been gross and whatever. And it's not ideal to throw up in the sink, but it's better than throwing up all over your, you know, beautiful rug. Luckily, that's a one off story. Let's move on to a reoccurring theme in my life. So I currently have bleached blonde hair. And in order to maintain the beautiful blonde color and not have it turn yellow, I use purple shampoo. If you've never bleached your hair or you've never been blonde and you don't know what that means, it's bright purple shampoo that you use in your hair every other shampoo and condition session to basically deposit cool toned pigments into your hair to counteract the warm tones that your hair naturally want to develop. It's kind of hard to explain and it's weird, but basically, like, if you don't continue to deposit cool tones into your hair, your hair will turn warm toned. And a lot of times that's not what you're going for, especially if you have blonde hair. So anyway, you have to use purple shampoo. And the catch is with purple shampoo and conditioner is that you need it to sit on your hair for anywhere from two to five minutes. Right? So every few showers I am left with five minutes to kill. And a lot of times I don't want to shave my legs. So you want to know what I do? I lay on the ground. I just lay on the ground in my shower. And I know that this sounds somewhat normal, but like, I need you to imagine me like I'm such a. I'm so lazy that instead of just kind of standing there like a normal person, waiting the five minutes, I cannot bear that I have to lay on the ground. And so I'm laying flat on the ground in the shower. And usually when I get down there, I get really cold. So then I'm adjusting the temperature every like 5 to 10 seconds for the next, at least for a minute out of that, trying to get the temperature comfortable. Then my legs will start to get cold. So then I'll like lay down with my legs crunched in and so the water's hitting my legs and then I'll realize like, ah, fuck. Like, I think my Hair's getting wet, and I don't want my purple shampoo and conditioner to wash out. So then I'm, like, kind of like putting my hands under my head in the shower. Then, like, my tailbone and back start to hurt because I'm, like, laying on the ground. So then I'll, like, try to sit, but then my hair is getting wet. So then I lay down again, and then I'm, like, laying on my side. And then I'm like, what am I even doing? I should probably just stand up. Then I stand up again. Then I'm like, I don't wanna stand up. I still have two more minutes. So then I sit back down. Then I lay back down. If somebody were to sit there and watch me try to kill five minutes in the shower, it is a catastrophe. I need to figure out something to do. I either need to get a shower mat so that I can lay down comfortably in the shower, or I need to get a shower chair or something. It sounds ridiculous, but my current routine is clearly not working. And it looks fucking weird. I know it looks weird. It might not sound that weird, but if you were to be sitting there and watching me, you'd be like, she is a fucking freak. She's, like, changing the temperature. She can't get it right. She's moving every 10 to 15 seconds. Like, just fucking choose a position. You know, speaking of lying down in the shower and it being kind of unusual, I also will lie down in random, unexpected areas of my house. Like, I'll be in my closet getting dressed, and I'll be like, mmm, I'm tired. And I'll sit down in my closet that has, you know, some carpet in there, and I'll lay on the floor in silence for, like, five minutes. Or like, the other day, I was in a kind of an emotional mood, which I hadn't been in in a while, and I was feeling sort of sentimental, which is something that happens, you know, sometimes when I'm alone. And I was standing by my dining room table, and I saw my little kitty walking up to me. Declan, my little orange kitty. The boy. My little boy kitty. He's walking up towards me, and I sit on the ground, and then I lay on the ground and I call him over to me, and I make my little kitty lay with me on the ground for, like, five minutes. I'm crying. I start crying for some reason again. If somebody fucking watched this, I think it would be a little bit unusual. Like, I'm pretending to be a normal human. Everything is. Is as Usual I'm in my garage, okay? Another example, I'm in my garage organizing my garage. My garage has a lot of junk in it. And mainly stuff that I'm sent, which. I've talked about this briefly before, but, like, you'll hear a lot of people say this once they are in the public eye or there are any sort of public figure. The second you become a public figure, you just start getting sent stuff. And I'm even guilty of this myself. You know, Like, I have a brand, I've worked with brands, I've created products, and I've sent them to, you know, other public figures. Like, I'm guilty, right, of doing this myself. But you end up just having a lot of stuff. So I have just a garage filled with a lot of stuff. And a lot of it ends up getting donated. Some of it ends up getting kept. And so I spend time every few weeks being like, what am I donating? What am I keeping? Whatever. And sometimes I'll be doing that and I'll decide all of a sudden, you know what? I'm gonna lay down on the cold cement floor, dusty, cold cement floor of my garage. I'm just gonna lay down in the middle. Like, imagine me. Close your eyes and imagine me in my garage. You don't know what my garage looks like, but just imagine me in a garage with a bunch of stuff in it. Boxes, all this stuff. Imagine me just working away as normal, nothing too weird. And then all of a sudden, just laying down on the ground. You'd think I was possessed by something. It's very odd. It's very odd to see, but I do it and don't even think about it. So, yeah, moving on. Another weird thing I do is I feel like what I wear around the house is kind of weird. For one, I have these orange shorts, okay? They're an orange. A rusty orange pair of sweatshorts from Aritzia. They're like a size larger than what I would normally order, right? But they fit perfect. Like, they're the most comfortable. They're like a little baggy. They're a little baggy in the butt, right? Like, they don't fit properly, okay? That's what I mean by they're, like, not the right size. Like, they look a little off. Cause they're. It looks like I'm wearing a diaper. I wear these shorts 99% of the time that I'm at home. Like, right now, I'm not wearing them because it's very cold in my house, because I like my house to Be cold. And during the winter I just like won't turn the heater on. I'll just let it be like fucking 60 degrees in my house, 50 degrees in my house. Because I like it. Which is another weird thing I do, which is like keep my house really cold and then walk around with a robe on and then with a blanket around my shoulders and then with a heating pad and then it's like really weird. It's like I'm walking around like a fucking snowball. I don't know why I like that, but I do. Anyway, back to the orange shorts. Like, I am constantly wearing these orange shorts. It's really hard to even get to wash them because I'm usually wearing them while, you know, the laundry is being done. It's just I sleep in them every night. For guys that date me, I'm always thinking about it. I'm like, I wonder if they wish that they had a girlfriend that like at night would like put on like cute little silk pajamas and like, you know, their butt looks all cute in it and like, maybe like a little shoulder's popping out. Ooh, a little shoulder. Oh my God. So sexy. So, so smoldering. And like the hair is looking so like. I am wearing my fucking orange shorts and at my, like sexiest, if you will, like a fucking Brandy Melville tank top from like six years ago that just for some reason is like the perfect softness that I can't get rid of it. Like it just, I will never get rid of it.
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There's something about it, you know, like that is. And it's just nothing fits, right? If I look, it's not cute, it's not flattering, it's a mess. But that is what I have to wear at home. And you know, I work from home a lot and I work in this outfit, okay? This is what I work in because it allows me to focus and feel comfortable, you know, but if you saw me walking around, I look horrible. There's like a few little cozy outfits I have for at home that are cute, you know, I have like two sort of @ home when it's really cold, sort of sweat sets, like whatever that I can wear around the house. And I wear those sometimes and I look put together when I wear those. But for the most part, 90, let's say 95% of the time I'm wearing those orange fucking shorts in some sort of really worn in, about to fucking disintegrate T shirt or like again, at my sexiest, a six year old Brandy Melville tank Top. It's not that weird, but it does feel a bit weird. It's like, girl, do you have. Why are you wearing the orange shorts again? Like, it's weird. It's like, it's very odd. I don't know, maybe it's not odd. Something a bit more odd than the orange shorts and bundling up in like 15 layers around the house in a way that makes no logical sense would be some of the shit I do in the mirror. Like, I'll. I'll like, get out of the shower. Okay, now it sounds like, oh, my God. It sounds like this is going in a weird direction. I'm not talking about I have to see my butthole. Like, that's not what I'm about to say. Although every once in a while you have to do that just to see, like, what's going on in there. But that's not what I'm. That's not where I was going with this. Like, let's say I'm like, doing my makeup or something, right? Or I'm getting dressed for the day and I'm looking in a mirror. You know, whatever. Sometimes I will suddenly become entranced, but not like, by myself in some sort of, like, self love way. Like, wow, what a beautiful woman. That unfortunately doesn't happen for me. But I'll become, like, distracted. Like, huh. How am I, like, perceived by others? What do I look like? I'll almost pose for a photo in the mirror. Like, I. I will, like, look at what I look like when I'm, like, posing in certain ways or like, what I look like from different angles. And I do that frequently. Like, I don't even know why or like, how it starts, but I will say something interesting about it. Even though it looks fucking weird. Like, when I'm looking in the mirror, it's almost like I'm practicing posing in the mirror. Okay. Which is not completely useless for me in my life because I do photo shoots here and there. You know, I go on a red carpet here and there. Not as much recently. Cause I'm not. I'm not loving the vibe. Not loving the vibe of a red carpet right now. It just does not sound ultimately fulfilling for me. So not recently, but I've had years there where I've gone to many red carpets. And there's something helpful about understanding the connection between your body movement and, like, what it looks like in the mirror. You know, there's like a con. Like, it's nice to understand, like, oh, if I move like this, I look like that and it's impossible to know that unless you move around a lot in the mirror. You know, in a way, it's actually been, like a helpful, weird thing that I do. And maybe that's subconsciously why I do it, Because I'm trying to teach myself movement to appearance connection, you know, like, make that connection. I don't know. But either way, it fucking looks weird. And I will say I think it's made me photograph better. Like, I think I photograph better now because of this weird thing that I do. It's not like the fucking, like, posing in the mirror that, like, you see in, like, a music video some fucking hot girl, like, feeling herself in the mirror. It's, like, weirder than that. It's just a bit more unhinged. I don't know. It's just cringe. Okay, next weird thing I do. This is weird. Like, some of the things I've mentioned this far, it's like, that's not that weird. This next one's pretty weird. So I have grown accustomed to a squatty potty. If you don't know what that is, it's basically this little stool, like, contraption that you place where your feet go when you're sitting on the toilet to elevate your feet probably 8 inches or so off the ground to allegedly align your colon or something in the correct position for pooping. Basically, the reason why the squatty potty was created, apparently, was so that your body, while sitting on the toilet, could be in the proper position to let poop come out easier. Because allegedly sitting normally on the toilet as though you're sitting in a chair is actually not the ideal position for poop to easily come out. Right. Cause you got a lot of stuff going on in your lower abdomen. You got a lot of tubes and pipes and all this. And so in order to straighten things out, I guess not straighten things out, but, like, create the least amount of blockage, I guess. Apparently having your knees up while you're going to the bathroom is very helpful. I agree with this. Like, I think it absolutely makes a difference. So I have squatty potties all over my house. But sometimes when I'm in public, I don't go to squatty potty. Okay. They actually do sell portable ones, But I just find it disgusting. The idea of, like, unfolding a squatty potty, putting it on the floor in a public bathroom, and then refolding it back up and putting it in my purse with all the bathroom bacteria on it. No thanks. So what I will do is I've done this Many times when I've pooped in a public bathroom, kick over the mini trash can, okay? If there's, like, a mini trash can, I'll kick that over my fucking legs up on it. One time. Oh, my God. I'm actually remembering something hilarious. I'm so used to doing this. I have one bathroom. It's like. It's right off the kitchen, right off the dining room, right off the living room. It's sort of like the communal bathroom. And then I have my own, you know, private bathroom in my, you know, bedroom. And so, like, that one obviously has a squatty potty in the whole nine. But that bathroom doesn't have a squatty potty in it. Just. Cause I was like, it's the one that when guests come over, they tend to use. And I don't know. I just didn't put a squatty potty in that one. One time I went pee in that bathroom, and there's no squatty potty in there, but there is a little trash can now. I was just going pee, okay? And I was not alone, okay? My boyfriend was at my house. I pulled the little trash can over. I have my legs up. I literally. I do what I would do if I was in a public bathroom. I kicked over the fuck just to go pee, by the way, I wasn't even pooping, but I just, for some reason, was in autopilot. I was on my phone, like, doing a text, like, texting somebody. I was very in the zone. So I kicked it over, and I had my legs up on it, and I was, like, peeing, and I was, like, bent over, like, on my phone with my leg. And of course, it's my boyfriend. I'm very close with this person. He walks in, and I'm fucking. I have my legs up on the trash. And he's like, what the fuck is. What is going on? I was like, oh, totally. So let me explain. And I had to explain this to him. I was like, okay. So, like, I'm used to the squatty potty when I'm in a public bathroom. This is what I do. I don't know why I just did it right now. I'm only peeing like. He was like, what? He's like, I can't even fathom. And I was like, I know. I'm so sorry. So. Oh, my God. I made myself a delicious, delicious matcha latte today. That is better than usual. What a treat. And I'm just sipping on it, and I'm just enjoying it. Okay, moving on. The next Weird thing I'll do is listen to the same exact song over and over and over again for five hours straight. Now I know, like, people are like, oh, shit. Like, I got that song on repeat too. Like, yay. I don't. I like, don't fully believe that people have songs on repeat to the extent that I do. I am convinced, maybe naively and narcissistically so that I have like a weird. I take it to a weird level. Most people are like, oh, man, I have that song on repeat. I listened to it like three times in a row. I'm like, oh, yeah, I have that song on repeat. I've been listening to it for eight hours straight, four days straight. Sometimes, like, I will become obsessed with a song and will just fucking. I cannot stop. Sometimes for over a week on end, over and over and over again. And I just. To me, that can't be normal. Like, I just. I can't imagine other people are doing that. I mean, I guess other people must be doing it. I'm not like a fucking anomaly, you know what I mean? But it is pretty weird to me that I can handle hearing the same exact song over and over again for a week straight at times. It's just very odd to me. Next, when I'm alone and I remember a cringe memory or I have sort of like an intrusive thought about something that is maybe uncomfortable or embarrassing or tragic or whatever, when I'm alone, I will have physical reactions to these things. When I'm around people, I don't tend to have those types of intrusive thoughts or like cringe memories come into my head because I'm distracted, I'm with other people. But when I'm completely alone, I will have those thoughts and I will physically cringe in twitch when I think about them and I'll notice myself doing it. And I'm like, wow, you're like physically reacting. Like, this is so interesting. Like, it's. It's not odd. I think it's normal to have a physical reaction sometimes to cringe or painful thoughts, you know, like when you think about something extreme, you will react extreme. It, like, makes sense, but it's just one of those things where, like, if somebody were to be looking in on me all of a sudden, like, I'm like driving alone all of a sudden. I like, have a full body cringe, like my whole body. Like, you see the cringe? It starts at my toes and it crinkles my nose. You know what I mean? Wherever it goes, I always know. Colby Kalei and to me, like, it just. It looks weird. It looks weird. It's like, did she just get a shiver? It's like when you are peeing and you get a little shiver. It's like that. But I'm completely alone, and it's out of nowhere. You would never know why it happened. It's like, one minute I'm cleaning the garage. The next minute, I'm lying completely flat on the floor in the garage. And if you were an onlooker looking at that, you'd be like, I cannot. I. Like, this is a little weird. What's going on with her? Okay, moving on. So this next thing is, like, kind of a funny stereotype, but it's actually something I do. And I think this must be somewhat normal. But, like, when I eat by myself, I eat like a pig. Okay? I just. I eat with my fingers. I'm like. I eat really fast. I, like, probably fucking chew with my mouth open, and at the end, I lick the fucking plate. I eat like a pig when I'm alone, unless I'm, like, feeling cute and I'm, like, reading while I eat, or I'm, like, working on my computer while I eat, which happens sometimes, too. But for the most part, if I'm eating and I'm by myself, it's pig like. It's absolutely pig like. It is animalistic. And I will literally, physically pick up my plate and lick it. And it's hard for me when I'm, like, eating dinner with, like, my family or, like, my boyfriend or whoever or one of my best friends, and I'm like, I can't lick the plate with y'all. Like, I'm. I've never been closer with anyone. I love you guys, but I cannot lick the plate with y'all. I can't. I just can't. Even with you. It's too much, you know? Like, there's just a certain way that I eat when I'm alone that, like, no one should see. And it's funny. Cause at times I get really hungry and I forget that I'm not alone, and it kind of comes out a little bit, and I'm like, I know you're looking at me a little weird, even though you love me, you know? Anywho, last but not least, this is something that I've talked about before in an episode, but if you all could see it, you would think it was fucking bizarre. My job consists of a lot of filming myself, recording myself, for the most part, actually, these days, recording myself. This podcast, I mean, twice A week we're on here. We're talking a lot. I do. I, you know, I make these episodes a lot. Twice a week. And a lot of times I don't get it right the first go. So I'm re. Recording stuff. I'm saying things again. So it'll be, It'll. I'll. I'll give you an example. I'll say something like, I really like candles, but candles aren't my favorite. And then I'll stutter on something and then I'll say, you know, I really don't like candles. Well, candles are. I really don't like candles. Well, candle. Candles are kind of. I don't like to collect candles. I'll say things over and over and over again before I get it right. You know, you have to redo things, you have to resay things. Cause sometimes you stutter, you don't get it right, whatever. But then you kind of have to say it again with the same cadence. And it's very odd. Notoriously, as you may know, if you listen to this podcast and you heard my episode about my meltdowns a few weeks ago now, you would know that I sometimes rerecord my podcast intro over and over and over again up to, I don't know, 60, 70 times, I don't remember before I get it right. And I can actually get into the flow state and start recording an episode and talking normally. Can you imagine watching me rerecord my podcast intro saying the exact same thing 60 times? Pretty crazy. Like, I'm like, hello, and welcome back to Advice Session, a series here on Anything Goes. Like, I'll like. And then I'll be like, that one wasn't good. Hello, you guys. I come back to Advice Session is a series called Any. Oh, I fucked that up. And then I'll go over and over and over and over. And to watch that is to be disturbed by it. So anyway, it would be honestly interesting to, like, Truman show my life and like, watch all the weird shit that I do when I'm alone. Because I bet there's stuff I can't even remember, but this is all the stuff that I can remember. And I hope it makes you feel a little bit less gross and weird. We're all gross and weird. And if you're thinking to yourself, emma, that stuff isn't that weird, I bet your stuff isn't that weird either. Whether you talk to yourself or, I don't know, pick your nose and eat it. Those are two things I don't do. But I don't judge you if you do. Okay. I still can't. The concept of picking the booger and eating it is crazy. But I don't judge. Because you know what? Everybody has their favorite snacks. I have mine. You can have yours. So that's all good. Anyway, I love you all. I appreciate you all. I hope that this made you feel a little bit less gross and weird. New episodes of Anything goes every Thursday and Sunday. Tune in if you want. Find anything goes on social media at Anything goes and find me on social media at Emma Chamberlain. I love you all. I appreciate you all. It's a pleasure to hang out, and I hope that we get to hang out soon. So. Yeah. Okay. Bye.