What are you doing January 28th that’s more important than going to my reading at The Torch Theatre at 7PM? Let me tell you what you can expect other than my ridiculously shiny hair: 1. Panic a...
The last time I went to a Phantogram show was a year ago. It seemed like a rough night for everyone; I had forgotten my ID, Phantogram’s venue had been moved at last second to The Smallest Bar in Pho...
People like to tell me their life stories. This is something I’ve never understood about myself, but it’s been happening since I was little. Like, in sixth grade, I had to go into my classroom at lun...
Senior Year of High School “Be the best goddamn psychiatrist ever.” Freshman Year of College “Be the next Lois Lane! Journalism is the best!” Sophomore Year of College “I don’t know! I kind of want t...
I’m not gonna lie. I didn’t watch Diggnation religiously, much to the chagrin of my technophiliac boyfriend. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. The hosts, Alex Albrecht and Kevin Rose are fun and affab...
Me: “I keep hearing press about people getting “scared” because the Foster the People song I never listen to mentions guns. The local news last night had a headline like, “Could we experience a...
My generation is very nostalgic. We talk about the Nicktoons we don’t see anymore, how we were there when purple Fruit By the Foot was introduced, and about how great the last –insert party/gadget- w...
I was so over this whole learning cursive thing. I was eight and I found elementary school completely well, elementary. I spent my days dreaming about having a locker and being older and watching 902...
Today would have been my nana’s 85th birthday, so I thought in honor of her I would share a little memory of her that I have. It’s not mushy or anything. I wouldn’t make you read that shit. I’m not O...
Yesterday while I was cleaning my room, something flew into my eye. This is typical. I’m always hitting myself and falling down. It’s like my body thinks it’s in some Nora Ephron romantic comedy all ...
Sometimes, I forget where I am and I mean that in all senses. Like, when I look at my clock and automatically add two hours like I’m on Texas time still even though I’m sitting smack dab ...
I kept meaning to write. That sounds really shady almost like I’ve been too busy snorting coke and injecting heroine to write, but it’s the truth. I even lost a giant essay I was about to post on her...
I’m gonna let this shit come organically; I have nothing to write about. I know, this is trite and a half because I am writing about how I have nothing to write about, but you’re supposed...
When I’m cleaning out my drawers to make room for clothing that isn’t from middle school, I often have to wonder just What The Fuck I was thinking buying some of the crap I bought. Case i...
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