What I Do. (It’s Legal Enough.)
In modern society, there’s this question we tend to ask each other. Read the rest of this gem…
In modern society, there’s this question we tend to ask each other. Read the rest of this gem…
So. Remember last Friday when I was all complainy and introspective and basically asked you to figure out my life? Read the rest of this gem…
Look. The fact that this post happens to be appearing on Valentine’s Day is pure coincidence. With the home-cooked meal we’ll share tonight, accompanied by a glass (or two) of red wine, followed by a piece (or two) of exceptional chocolate my mom sent us, this night really won’t be different from many others. Read the rest of this gem…
Tap, tap.
This thing on? Read the rest of this gem…
I’m starting to realize that the act of making long-term plans over which I actually have very little control is kind of like watching for shooting stars through my sunroom skylights — Read the rest of this gem…
If there’s one consistent thing I’m learning about life as I get older, it’s that people — myself included — will be very quick to vocalize exactly how (and where, and when, and for what) you should be living. Read the rest of this gem…
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…
Sunday, 2:00 a.m.
Dear College Boys Next Door: Read the rest of this gem…
I didn’t, really.
But sometimes I wish I could. 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…