Category Not Dawson's Creek.
“We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.” – Neil Gaiman At this point, I don’t feel like I need to explain myself. This blog isn’t Facebook, and though I am aware that this is the internet, I kind of feel like this […]
This weekend, I was missing Tennessee so bad that it actually hurt. I think I have actually lived in Washington longer than I lived in Tennessee, but those six(ish) years were extremely important ones. I think I have written so often about how wonderful it feels to live here, how lucky I feel, how happy […]
My sister had kindly reminded me that I have have less than twelve months before I turn twenty eight. What a kind heart she has. My birthday weekend came and went, and although I was excited for it, Sunday left me feeling a little…off. I have felt a little empty the past few days, without […]
I am so stressed. My cat is sick, and I have to take him to the vet this afternoon. He’s my little sweetheart, and I know it’s not super serious, but him being sick is tearing me up. My mind is automatically going to a bad place, and I am such a stress case today. […]
“And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time…” I don’t fear death, but when it comes right up to my face and smacks me with the reality of life, I can’t just ignore it. The reality is, everyone I know is going to die. I might get […]
Let’s not lie here, women hold grudges. Grudges they (rarely) ever get over, even when they smile right to your face and swear the “past is in the past”. I haven’t been much different. I remember what’s been done to me, by different guys I’ve dated, and what it’s done to my heart and general […]
Several things have happened in the last twenty four hours: 1. I found this little gem after actually searching, and not just tweeting to Meg about it’s whereabouts. It always makes my day-“Lady in the sweater vest, I’m lookin’ at you!” 2. I have almost unpacked my entire apartment and put everything where it belongs. […]