Why Angry People Should Stick to Home Exercise
“You f*cking b*tch!” The blond chick with the chunky red highlights ignores me, so I add a curt “I hate you!” under my breath. Of course,…
“You f*cking b*tch!” The blond chick with the chunky red highlights ignores me, so I add a curt “I hate you!” under my breath. Of course,…
Back in junior high, my BFF and I decided to write a manual for boys—boys who were interested in dating us. We were fed up with…
Upon my return from Pittsburgh, one of my former college roommates invited me to a little get-together at the farm where she’s been house sitting since…
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So it’s Sunday evening, I’m sitting in the stands at my first hockey game (which also happens to a hockey game in which Date #7 is…
On Sunday afternoon, Date #7 informs me that he has a hockey game later that evening and that he’s debating whether or not to “drag” me…
Okay. I know I promised to get back to writing my own blog but when I made that promise, I’d forgotten that I’d signed up for…
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
Date #7 is in the shower, which means I have a few moments to myself for the first time since… well, since I arrived in Pittsburgh…
At 9pm, my relief arrived. (This post is written by my dad and continues yesterday’s story of why he missed my birth.) I had an hour-long…
The morning of my 26th birthday found me sitting in my favorite coffee shop, drinking an iced chai and attempting to write but seeing as Date…
The results are in! But before I announce the winners of Mitchum’s Sticky Situation Sweepstakes, I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to share…