Drunk Full. Chocolate = love, self-love, best valentine’s day ever, the end. JK. Upset that candy is on sale tomorrow instead of today, but we guess that’s the point. Kinda terrible that this is a terrible post. That slalom is a weird word. What is a slalom anyway? How are you an Olympic slalomer? 😛 Fully prepared to be cat ladies Like getting more tattoos Super strong like triangles Like unicorn sprinkles Like we don’t Read more…
Yesterday, I lifted weights for the first time in five years. Ok, so I’ve lifted, like, little five pound weights since then; I’m talking about “lifting weights” in the total bro sense of actually going down to that bottom level of the gym that you didn’t even know existed and yelling “DO IT FOR THE CHICKS” as you bench press half your weight (ok I didn’t do those last two things…maybe the second to last Read more…
Dear baby Rose, I’m writing this letter many, many weeks after it was suggested to me by one of our readers. Oh yeah, you have a blog now. Anyway, I didn’t really want to write this letter for a variety of reasons, but I find myself today (Tuesday aka blog-posting day) without any real idea of what to write so I figured I might as well. Letters to your younger self are something of a Read more…
I met someone who hated improv comedy. “It’s just some people going up onstage and saying the most absurd things they can think of in an attempt to get laughs.” I love improv comedy. I fought this person vehemently. “If that is what performers are doing, then they aren’t really doing improv. In improv, you never try to be funny. Improv is about building a scene with your scene partners. Situations can get absurd, but Read more…
It’s something difficult to write about (for me, at least) because I find it easier to write about topics as I am actively imagining them. But to write about stillness while experiencing (or remembering) stillness takes practice, I think. It’s not something possible to do every day, to at once let go and focus on putting pen to paper. When you can manage it, though, it is an incredibly, if strangely, peaceful feeling. It requires Read more…
I’ve heard that all adults are truly children at heart who just pretend to know what they are doing. I often feel that way…and I usually don’t even bother to pretend to know what I am doing… Perhaps we don’t give children enough credit. Children believe that anything is possible. It’s sort of beautiful. They jump off of ledges too high for them to safely land from. They don’t brush their hair or care if Read more…
I think one of the most important decisions that I have made in my life so far was the decision to get a tattoo. Sure, the timing and reasons for getting one might seem a bit questionable but I find it hard to believe that I will ever come to regret the decision to follow through. The months (maybe years) leading up to January 21st, 2017 were some of the hardest, most isolating, and darkest Read more…
I am a sponge. I blame my sponginess somewhat on being born a Pisces. Damn sensitive water signs. I am a sponge because I easily absorb the traits of people around me. My voice may sound similar to Rose’s voice because I have soaked in some of her sarcasm and diction (dude, it’s really fucking weird, man). When I was in college, I collected my respective roommates’ surface level habits of calling people “fools”, using Read more…
Okay, let me clarify. It’s really fucking hard to continuously avoid dairy because everything delicious has it sneakily tucked in. Like cookies from Panera. I mean, you could totally plan all your meals for the week and cook everything the Sunday before and bring your own food to work for once instead of wasting money, you lazy piece of shit. But since you won’t, you may find yourself casually going out to lunch with your Read more…