*So, I’m pretty much in love with my life right now. The one drawback to being this happy (other than the fact that it’s freaking annoying to hear about), is that it’s left little room for blogging lately. There’s been so much going on, I thought a fun way to re-cap a few of the high (and low) lights would be to do a True & False Day, rather than me use 89 paragraphs and enough run on sentences to make the grammar police weep.
I have listed 5 sentences below. 4 of them are true, 1 is false. The …READ MORE
I got this sent to me in an email and it reminded me of the good ol’ days when I would dedicate all my free time to answering email surveys. I’m pretty sure I set some sort of record for answering them, I really loved filling out questions about my favourite type of ice cream or first boy I kissed (you think I’m kidding, but sadly I am not. My ego is so large it adored the attention). Anyway, I got this one sent to me ages ago and thought it would be fun to churn out. Regular blogging shall …READ MORE
Fact: I will be unable to tell people I’m going to a Taylor Swift concert this week without squealing like I’m a 14 year old girl. Which is perfect really, because that would make me fit into her actual demographic. (Related fact: This might be the cutest video ever. I’m only glad that I’m watching it at 28 years old instead of 14 years old because it would have just set unrealistic standards of what high school love is like. Not like now… now I watch The Notebook weekly to make sure my expectations are unreasonable.)
Fact: I should be …READ MORE
I’m one of those people who takes photos of meaningless stuff all the time. And then I go and look at my photos and wonder, “why the hell do I have 8 photos of my Captain Crunch cereal box on my camera?”. I blame it on my continuous need to take the perfect photo (and my brain assumes the perfect photo will be of a cereal box- to be fair, a large quantity of beer was inside me during that photo shoot). The downside of this ongoing quest to channel my inner Annie Lebowitz, is that I end up with …READ MORE
Five Truths That Make Me Question My “Girl” Status
1. I would rather attempt to read German car manuals for the next 10 years rather than spend an evening reading the “Shopaholic” book series.
2. I do not (even after repeated attempts) like yogurt. (I know this one doesn’t make sense but I just assume all girls like yogurt. I can’t explain it. My brain is ridiculous).
3. I have not spent oodles of time planning my imaginary wedding. In fact, the only thing I know for sure is that a) I do want to get married and b) I …READ MORE
So sometimes I buy Oprah magazine, yeah I know.
I really can’t add anything to that to justify it. It’s sort of like saying ” I cried when Adam Lambert didn’t win” or “I own crocs”. Some confessions you just let hang in the air because nothing can save them.
So Oprah dedicates the last page of every issue to the topic “What I know for sure” and it’s always some really deep, moving lesson about spirits and energy and being one with the universe. I usually don’t understand what she’s saying and instead focus on how glossy the …READ MORE
Sometimes I think about writing a book. Not a thoughtful novel filled with witty characters with irritatingly unique names like March or Shark or Journey. Not a thin book of essays detailing the true bizarre greatness of my family, an ode to Sedaris genius in less than 200 pages. Not even an easy page turner about single girls who wear expensive shoes and find love only after they’ve publicly humiliated themselves or spent time in a Thai prison. No, I think about writing an instruction manual. For life.
It would start off like this:
Chapter 1: BE KIND This chapter …READ MORE
I lose my phone all the time. I don’t think I’ve gone a full month without misplacing it. On the other hand, I still have a note given to me from a boy when we were in the sixth grade.
I can sleep anywhere but am nervous to sneeze in front of strangers. I can pretend that Santa Claus is real, that the Tooth Fairy really does leave money, that leprechauns do exist but I can’t fake liking people I don’t.
In the past, I’ve been weirded out by people who’ve had rooms dedicated to their favorite tv show yet …READ MORE