In Which I Talk A Lot About Cheese. But Really, It’s About Clarity.
One time I saw my doctor (yep, this one) at the grocery store and it totally creeped me out. Read the rest of this gem…
Love As Defined On Page 45.
So The Bloggess recently wrote a post in which she mentioned a Facebook meme that stated:
“Pick up the nearest book to you, and turn it to page 45. The first sentence explains your love life.” Read the rest of this gem…
On Sacred Ground And Spanish Moss.
When I first moved here and Justin was still working in North Carolina, I made the mistake of consecutively watching all five seasons of Six Feet Under while living in an unfamiliar house, alone, save for a couple of scruffy mutts and my own deepening existential thoughts. Read the rest of this gem…
A Letter To My Neighbors. Like Five Of Them.
Sunday, 2:00 a.m.
Dear College Boys Next Door: Read the rest of this gem…
Six.
I’m going to be honest here.
The travel bug has bit me but hard in recent weeks. Read the rest of this gem…
Broke Into The Old Apartment.
I didn’t, really.
But sometimes I wish I could. Read the rest of this gem…
The Man Behind the Cheesecake.
I think I should tell you a little about Justin. Read the rest of this gem…
Top Secret Crispy Peanut Butter Balls And The Key To True Happiness.
I was going to name this post something like “My Mother’s Secret Balls” or “Real Domestiphobes Like Balls Any Time Of Year,” but I didn’t. Which I think it a true testament to how far I’ve come, maturity-wise, since that time I kept talking about nipples.
On Letting Go: A Well-Intentioned Declaration Against Declarations.
Look.
I wasn’t going to do that whole, let’s-get-drunk-on-over-analytical-self-indulgence-and-take-a-good-hard-look-at-the-innards-of-my-soul new year B.S. because ultimately it only leads to an incredibly low sense of self-worth. Read the rest of this gem…