Update: now playing Taylor Swift – Dear John & never getting married. .xo.
I have always been very one-track minded. I wouldn’t say that it is my best trait, or even a good trait, but it’s a trait that I have grown to admit I possess. It doesn’t matter if it’s something small, like wanting to try a new iced coffee from Starbucks, or something big like redecorating my … More Pump the brakes.
For the last year, give or take, I have been very skeptical of love. I have been a non-believer. Jaded. Completely bitter and kind of obnoxious to be around. I have been witness to too many men acting like utter pigs. Sex hungry, non-emotional, lying, cheating, scoundrels. I have been witness to cheating, flirty, unhappy, … More Ya hypocrite.
Tonight, I put music on the AppleTV. & I caught myself skipping down the hallway. I was headed to undo my bed, brush my teeth, and blow dry my hair. Mundane tasks. But the songs that were playing made me want to skip, and sing, and dance, and cry. Happy tears. I remember what its … More Dancing in the living room.
Tonight I’m another year older. Tonight I’m another year wiser. So tonight, I have a few things to say. I don’t know if this will make sense to anyone else reading, but I have to remember my blog is an outlet for me (thanks Meghan, for that reminder). So, to myself, I say: You’re twenty-eight. … More .[twenty-eight].
For as long as I can remember, people have been giving me this advice – solicited or unsolicited – it did not matter. “Love yourself first.” They’d say. As if I don’t? I’ve never been one of those girls who hates herself. I don’t see the point. If you don’t like yourself, change. It’s really … More “Love yourself first.”
We’ll start this post out with a list of things I like to do that normal people probably wouldn’t understand, or condone: Take a second shower before I relax simply because I’m cold, too stubborn to turn the heater on in May & too cool to wear pants. Not let the new car smell linger in my … More Bla, bla, bla. Vol. 1