This one time, my dad and I went to see a movie. Mom was hosting book club and we decided to get out of the house. It was kind of a big deal because it was a Wednesday night in November 1998, I was in grade 10, and the movie …
When you think of Austin, TX, what comes to mind? Cowboys? Live music? Republicans? SXSW? BBQ? Willie Nelson? Cowboys: Actually rare. As a university town, it’s more hippie and hipster than rough and tumble. There are plenty of cowboy boot stores, but I (maybe) saw one guy in a cowboy …
If I learned anything from my full watch-through of the entire Buffy the Vampire Slayer series it’s that, during the full moon (including the night before and the night after) I need to lock up my werewolf boyfriend in the mysterious cage that, for some reason, Giles has in his …
I’m a bad blogger. Bad, bad blogger. Bad. My life’s obviously not as interesting as I wish it would be. It seems to be all work, home, sleep, with the rare “let’s go out and have fun”. I guess I can chalk it up to seasonal affective disorder (ironic that …
I’ve heard every argument there is about dating from the Twitter pool, and I’ve come to one conclusion: Everybody should just shut the fuck up about it. Online dating isn’t new. Sites like LavaLife, Plenty of Fish and E-Harmony have been around for years. Before the internet, even, there were …
I hate to complain…Okay, wait. I love complaining. Though I’m more often then not a happy-go-lucky, regular chick, that’s pretty much what my Twitter account is for: a place for me to spew my discontent out into the universe from time to time without fear of repercussion. Most of it’s trivial …
I’ve never been one for New Years Resolutions. Sure, I’ve made them in the past; you know, work out more, eat better, that sort of thing. Sometimes they stuck, sometimes they didn’t, but no matter what the outcome I never even remembered that they were a resolution in the first …
Know what really grinds my gears? Like, gets me so wound up in anger that I’d consider mowing down small children? Going to mother-effing Costco. Okay, actually, that’s not true. I love Costco. They sell me shit I need, like 36 rolls of toilet paper and bags of frozen chicken …
My friend Bee is a pretty good matchmaker. She’s hooked up friends who are now married, and ever since she started dating her now-husband, who happens to be one of my best and oldest friends, she’s taken me on as her new project. A hang out didn’t go by without …
Writer’s block is a bitch, amirite? I’ve gone into a phase of hating everything I put down on paper. Blog posts? Hell no. Original creative writing? Not a chance in hell. In my brain it’s all just mush, which translates to mush on my computer screen, and what mush is …
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