I’m such a hypochondriac. Any time I feel the slightest bit of discomfort, I immediately diagnose myself with some horrible—and incurable, obviously—disease. It’s a real problem. My doctor had to start screening his calls because of me. I’m not kidding. … Continue reading
My days of freedom are over. Tomorrow morning, I go back to school. To university. So I can travel down three more English courses along my road to becoming a graduate. One might safely argue that I have never really … Continue reading
I’ve always professed to hate the month of August. I always will hate the month of August. I will go out of my way not to get pregnant in November or December, just so I never have to celebrate my … Continue reading
It’s only a matter of time before this becomes my reality once again. I’m not ready. I never get anything done in August. I always have the best of intentions, but they just sort of fall to the wayside with … Continue reading
I think I’m going through a premature menopause. Think about it: I already have granny arms. I’m saggy in places that 22 year-old girls should normally be perky. I’ve got an odd smell about me (I skipped the shower today—I … Continue reading
Due to an unexpected death in my family {Great Uncle Henry was white water rafting at the beginning of July; two weeks later: dead}, I am visiting Mesa, Arizona, where I was born and raised. It’s good to be back … Continue reading
While everyone else in the internet world is networking it up in Chicago for BlogHer (something I’ve sworn I’d attend for the past two summers, ho-hum), I am not. Instead, I’m flying to Arizona tomorrow for a weekend of mourning … Continue reading