Subheading: Look at me look at me look at me Is being a writer about craving attention? All my life I’ve yearned after the spotlight. Maybe because I was born there. I’m a twin. As a kid, this was AWESOME. The adoring public was always ready to, well, adore us. Read more…
When I was a kid, I would make a list of my homework assignments every day and bring the appropriate books home from school. And there they would stay until I picked them up on my way out the door the next morning. All my New Year’s Resolutions throughout high Read more…
Instead of, say, writing, I’m devoting all my time to eating pumpkin spice products. I thought I should share my wisdom with the internet. (That, and some friends have asked me to ‘report back’.) Round One: VS. BEGIN! I opened the oreos first. I noticed that the package carefully says Read more…
In a way, this is the one that started it all. I saw a link to a listacle that used this image for “Things that are Pumpkin Spice that have no business being Pumpkin Spiced” and I just about died because WHY DID I NOT HAVE THESE IN MY MOUTH Read more…
My commute to work looks roughly like this: This is how I dress to bike in on these cold autumn mornings: And this is how I dress to bike home: Bulky sweats don’t fit in my backpack with my laptop and lunch container. The result is the most bundled-up office Read more…
Humans are social creatures, and as social creatures, we exchange thoughts and opinions in the search for friendship. Remember The Sims? Yeah. That was actually pretty accurate. When we interact with people, we bring up subjects, safer, broader ones at first, and look for consensus. We like people who like Read more…
So, a couple of times I’ve heard jokes about pumpkin spice being for white women. Like… it’s our drug. Our sweet, sweet drug. Now, a sample set of ME concurs*. I will run into traffic for pumpkin spice baked goods. Thing of it is, I have friends who don’t like pumpkin Read more…