Self

Have a going away party. There is a difference between typing the e-mail addresses of everyone you know into a g-mail “to” field and seeing those e-mail addresses arrive as people at your going away party. There are a lot of differences. When you go through your Facebook friends slash brain to be sure you have everyone included it’s a simple process of see name, …

Here is my overdue response to my own prompt – “At 20 _____ I Feel ______.” I’ve been so wildly impressed and moved by all the responses from all of you that writing my own became even harder. There are one hundred different feelings to cap off the prompt from where I stand right now, but I’ve decided that for me, it’s really just as …

One of the more important steps in the process of moving to California is – apparently – buying a car. I have been told that it’s more important to have a car in L.A. than it is to have an apartment. “See because you can sleep in your car,” said one friend, “but you can’t drive your apartment to work.” Hard to argue with. And …

If you happened to be home on Saturday night at 9pm (…and know what I look like) there’s a chance you’re already aware of this bizarre news. Long story short. I wrote an article about following Suze Orman’s cash-only diet. Here it is on Aol’s lifestyle site, Lemondrop.com Suze found said article because some fan of her show read it and tweeted it to her. …

–> It’s finally happening. I’m turning my scary age tomorrow. The terrifying 2-7. Two years ago when this whole scary age situation came about I said there was a chance I’d adjust for inflation once the number arrived, but now that it’s here I’ve decided it stays. Not because I am petrified to be turning 27, devastated that my early 20’s are over, depressed about …

–> –> Today I’m writing from The Land of 10,000 lakes, the birthplace of Target, the state where – as my Meme here says – the mosquito is the official bird. To me it’s always just been the place that explains why my Dad wears shorts in the house all winter long. I am here for a difficult reason – the passing of my grandfather, …

I realize it’s been weeks since I’ve updated on my suburban Summer. It’s not for lack of material. It’s just that once I start in on a topic – no matter the direction – it somehow downward spirals into the conclusion that living 1.5 hours bus-ride-hours away from your entire existence suuuucks. And I try not to say sucks too much; it upsets my Mom. …