Monday, August 11, 2014
I'm here, I'm alive, and my motivation is selfish. This post is the first in what will be our version of an advice column, wherein I confess to my wrongdoings, my inner turmoil and my inability to function as an adult, and you give me any and all advice you've got. And I'm not talking about the friend comforting, "you've done nothing wrong!" kind of way. I want real talk. The realest talk.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
It's been very hard for me to keep up with writing this blog. Not because I don't care, and definitely not because I've forgotten the struggle since Nathan and I started dating. I'm not really sure why, to be honest. Maybe it's because I feel like a traitor to the single girl club I've come to know and love so well in my 26 years on earth, or maybe it's because I assume that no one wants to hear about how I'm like, happy and in love or whatever. But now that I'm over that guilt, I want to take time to start writing about things that are still relevant to anyone who reads this cute lil blog. The scroll is never over, even if I've logged off of OKCupid.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
When Minneapolis drag icon Rugburns asked me to DJ a party celebrating her new status as DOCTOR FEELGOOD, I wanted to compile a playlist of music that makes me feel like a boss ass bitch. Listen to this mix and accomplish some shit.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
If you are within hearing distance of me you will probably end up knowing my every emotional detail. And if you don't know my every emotional detail it is probably because a) I haven't met you yet or b) You have headphones on. For many of my coworkers, it seems that they have resorted to option b. To spare them from having to listen to me drone on I've elected to pay someone to listen to me.
Monday, February 24, 2014
On the day of my younger brother's 24th birthday, I called to say hello and that I missed him. He had just moved to Boston to be with his long-distance girlfriend, who is awesome and smart and owns a house and drives a Prius. She had just bought him a dog for Hanukkah, and he was driving home from puppy preschool when he picked up the phone. We chatted a little bit, I asked him about the gluten free birthday dinner she was cooking, and how his fantastic new job was going. His voice got quiet as he said "I have something to tell you..." and my heart sunk. I have a habit of catastrophic thinking and every terrible possibility came rushing into my brain... he got fired, he got dumped, our childhood dog is dead...
"We're having a baby."
Monday, February 17, 2014
This fall, I was sitting in Brooklyn having brunch with my magic pixie dream girl, Jess, and we were talking about how great the single life is. I said that in my 26 years of life, I had been single for all but 2 months, and that I was totally at a place where I felt so secure in being alone. I went where I wanted, did what I wanted, slept with anyone I wanted and NEVER HAD TO EXPLAIN IT TO ANYONE EVER. Maybe I was so so so OK with being single because I had never had a serious relationship and didn't know what I was "missing" but I really think that having that much time to get to know myself was a blessing. I had always felt sorry for the people who hopped from relationship to relationship, never spending time alone and enjoying the pleasures of marathon watching My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding while wearing the same legging based outfit 3 days in a row. While I am insanely happy being with someone who makes me laugh, think and smile, every now and again, when I see a text about late night bar hopping, I get the pang for the SOLO YOLO LIFE.
So here's to you, single babes, go do you.