–1– Here and there I work really hard on a post and hope it’ll totally geek someone out into learning more about that life subject. More often than not, however, readers seem to recoil from that post because I’m way too sane to be reasoned with a papist, or peeps just aren’t Googling those types…
Who poops her pants while she’s modeling for her prestigious design school’s Fashion students? This girl. My freshman year of college, circa 2004, I lived in a dormitory with tons of freshman girls. If you want any idea of how that went down: The following year, I requested to live on the Quiet Floor, with only…
My wardrobe is worn out to the point that walking into my closet on Sundays has become a source of anxiety for me. I enter and assess the redundant situation: “hmm, try to pass off that maternity top as non-maternity again, or try to winterize that summer maxi…” I stare at tops I should’ve donated 5 years…
–1– I’m slightly loopier than usual because I have this head cold and everything feels like I’m walking on a ship at sea. Probably like a Disney cruise ship, only absolutely no cruise-y-ness, and the only sounds of “be our guest, be our guest!” are coming from our TV: set up to keep the boys…
