Whoever said, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" never actually owned a lemon tree, because let me tell you something: I've got neighbors desperate to give away their lemons, they've got so many rotting in their front gardens at the end of every day. And I'm pretty sure those people know about lemonade... and … Continue reading Lemonade
I was showing my mom my new dress yesterday, which is covered in dinosaurs (because I aspire to be Ms. Frizzle), and she asked how on earth I found such gloriousness. "The internet, of course!" I replied, because let's all be honest here: the information age is a pretty sweet one if you aspire to … Continue reading The Internet Gets Me
In order to understand this story, you should understand that my uncle is infinitely cooler and more in-the-know than your average 23 year old. I genuinely don't understand how, exactly, he manages that, but trust me, if you ever get the chance, you want him as your tour guide. I should also mention he's probably reading this, … Continue reading That Time I Didn’t Join A Cult
A friend contacted me, dealing with some mental health issues. That's scary, and I've been battling my brain as long as I can remember, but I think mostly she wanted someone to cheer her up. At least, I hope so, because otherwise I was a very bad friend. Me: I feel like I should give you … Continue reading We’re All Mad Here
Okay, so I'm not really old. I'm in my mid-30s, which by any standard outside the Middle Ages is perfectly reasonable, and since the Middle Ages had absolutely nothing to do with reason, we're going to ignore that part. However, I do enjoy gloating over all the things that I know about, that kids these days will … Continue reading I’m Old.
"We need to clean! This place is filthy. This house is a mess." The 3 year old is officially tidier than I am.
This weekend, I'm going to a samosa party. Tragically, we're making them for charity, not for eating, so I will not get to gorge on fried deliciousness until I explode. But I will learn how to make them for myself, which is pretty exciting/probably bad for my arteries, so it's a net gain. But the … Continue reading Samosas, Friends, and Human Rights