Broke Into The Old Apartment.
I didn’t, really.
But sometimes I wish I could. Read the rest of this gem…
I didn’t, really.
But sometimes I wish I could. Read the rest of this gem…
I think I should tell you a little about Justin. Read the rest of this gem…
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.
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…
Well, It’s New Year’s Eve, my 5:00 a.m. wake up caused by a splitting headache caused by a couple of snot-filled sinuses caused by a head cold caused by frigid, rainy weather and an obviously moody and vengeful God. Read the rest of this gem…
*This is a long and oddly informative post. If you’re in the mood for something a little more lighthearted on this Christmas eve, I’ve had the honor of being featured on one of my favorite travel blogs, Misadventures with Andi. Go check it out! Read the rest of this gem…
I think I need help.
Not of the psychoanalytical variety, although that’s debatable, but of the prioritizational kind. Read the rest of this gem…
I never thought I’d say this, but for a very brief and recent period of my life, I was actually getting a little tired of eating out. Read the rest of this gem…
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before how difficult it is to make friends as an adult. Read the rest of this gem…