I hate going to Wal-Mart. Weird people look at me funny there, like I’m the odd one for not having neon shoelaces in my hair and 23 kids. I always
I hate going to Wal-Mart. Weird people look at me funny there, like I’m the odd one for not having neon shoelaces in my hair and 23 kids. I always
Adam: Are you drinking Diet Coke in bed? Me, caught with the can halfway to my lips: It’s better than smoking.
I’ve been reading Mandy Thompson’s blog for a while, and she left this question a couple of nights ago, which I’ve since been pondering. Since I’m living sort of in
But I just love sharing the things I love. It’s kind of like the people I love… one of the most exciting things about getting married is getting all of
It’s a general theme of teenage angst-rock to remain undefined. Today, I think I’m getting in touch with my inner confused 17-year-old, because I’m completely sick of being told who
“And when I told her that I was gonna be moving in with Chandler, she was really supportive…. …You were so great. You made it so easy. And now you
So… I’m a little ahead of myself. I know. But I love home decor, I love cooking, I love pretty things, and currently there are just so many awesome accessories
“…I’m tired and I wanna go to bed/I had a little drink about an hour ago/and it went right to my head…” When I was kid, I heard this song
Just the word itself makes me cringe. Lonely speaks of a silent telephone, entering a crowded room and remaining anonymous, of small joys and unshared hopes. It’s one thing to
Work has been stressful lately. That’s really all I need to say, because recounting the stress simply serves to remind me of the stress, which simply serves to make the