Quick update on the past year: I'm living with my boyfriend, who is also my co-worker, here in fabulous Washington, D.C. Lucky me!

I grew up in a house with all antique furniture except our kitchen table and the futon in the family room. I could never put my drink down without a coaster, dusting took forever because of trying to get into the carvings of the wood, and if you hit/ran into/fell over something and either chipped it or scratched it my mother's eyes would water and ( Read more... )

At about 12:00 a.m. on a Saturday night in Michigan I, being the never-ending party animal that I am, was trying to do laundry at my father's house on a visit home. As many people know, I am far from being a laundry goddess, and the stress of trying to partake in the stain removal process combined with the stress of being back around all the ( Read more... )

Today I was walking along Canal Street during lunch when a baby bird caught my eye. The chick was sitting on the dirt path with it's head back, mouth open expectantly, and lightly feathered wings sitting uselessly on its back. Immediately I identified with the chick, when I'm around my mother I still make the "I'm hungry" face and hope she'll ( Read more... )

"There's a biker gang in Georgetown!" I squealed into the phone. "I can't hear anything! Why are they here?" I demanded in my ditzy, annoyed voice; the same voice I use when someone awful is wearing an expensive atrocity ( Read more... )

Last Tuesday after a hard night of drinking, Rachel B and I were sitting on her coach watching "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle," drinking at two o'clock in the afternoon and discussing the hotness factor of Dougie Howser when we came to the conclusion that we're girls who act like men ( Read more... )

On Friday night I finally went to "Born in the Brothels," a film I've been trying to see for three months, with Tim. Tim and I have a special relationship, when we met in China we almost instantly had crushes on each other; he's beautiful and charming. We kissed in bars when nobody was looking and held hands when running across the street. The ( Read more... )

Once upon a time I was little girl in kindergarten, I had loose strawberry-blond curls and was still harboring the belief that we could all be friends. That fateful day I met Merissa, a little girl with straight brown hair and big brown eyes, being a social whore already, by the end of the day I replaced my old best friend Brandon with the ( Read more... )

On Monday night I went grocery shopping with Amy. During the car ride there she played a song by the Flaming Lips that sang, "Do You Realize/that everyone you know someday will die /And instead of saying all of your goodbyes/let them know/You realize that life goes fast/It's hard to make the good things last..". Needless to say, my natural ( Read more... )

Over spring break I found myself. I haven't been lost, or even out of the room, I've simply been ignoring who I'm becoming. My path does't quite fit the road that everyone else seems to be taking and that's why I keep feeling lost when I try to read the "life map" everyone else seems to have in their backpack; my road markers are looking much ( Read more... )