Congratulations to the United States of America for discontinuing the oppression of our best dressed! I tip my hat to you, with pride, with confidence and with a little burst of glitter. I felt very moved when I heard the news. The feels ran through me in much the same way as when I watch […]Read more "On Love and Marwaige [Marriage]"
I have gone on a date every Tuesday night for the last 12 (but let’s be real ya’ll, it’s really been 13) weeks. I’ve been taken on historical tours, visited Water Treatment plants, met public figures, and argued over semantics. I’ve gone to baseball games, museums, gardens, non-profits, and eaten more locally made food than […]Read more "On Love and Dating"
“Hello Mary.” She welcomed me as I entered a small building that smelled of fresh paint and carpet. It was a Monday. Big life events rarely happen on Mondays, but I had the distinct feeling that this could be very important. And I wasn’t allowed to wear shoes. Nothing good ever happens with shoes on anyway. […]Read more "On Love and Filling the Empty"
Today. Amiright? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the kind of day that the pages of history have taught us are best spent lying in bed*, today was an 11 in the way that only a completely negative human being who really just wants an excuse to lie in bed and drink […]Read more "On Love and Pro Con Lists"
There are a lot of things that I have learned in the last year (plus), one of those things being that I can rarely leave a depressing blog post up by it’s lonesome for more than 24 hours. It makes me itchy. I, unfortunately, have nothing hilarious to write about, except maybe the kindergarten yoga […]Read more "On Love and Pinteresting"
“Who is screaming?” Time was choppy like a scratched CD as I stared at the black Grand Prix flying towards me in my rear view mirror. “I wish they would just shut the hell up. I can’t concentrate.” Then everything pressed on me from behind — the seat, the air, the sound of squealing tires, […]Read more "On Love and Car Seats"
It doesn’t take long for a single girl, working on total life reconstruction and deep self-exploration to decide that they are able to stand the idea of meeting a stranger for drinks. There is a certain appeal to putting on make up and real pants and pretending to have the best personality in the world. […]Read more "On Love and Being a Hot Piece of Apple Pie"
“Are you comfortable?” the dentist asked me through his surgical mask. “You’re about to slice open my gums and remove my teeth.” I thought, “What person is going to be comfortable with that? And I can’t see your face so stranger danger is definitely a cause for concern right now.” I attempted to reach for my […]Read more "On Love and Nitrous"
I almost completely hate the movie “He’s Just Not That Into You” on the principal of “he’s just not that important” except for a small fondness for the part when Drew Barrymore says, “I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work so I called him at home and then he e-mailed me […]Read more "On Love and Linking In"
Today I remembered a promise I made to myself mid-way up a mountain in Central America on my “Climb with Carlos” (all rights officially the legal equivalent of seat-checked). Because of that delusional, oxygen deprived promise to myself, I went to the gym. There ain’t nothing you can do to make me break a promise to myself […]Read more "On Love and Boob Sweat"