August 2009

August 31, 2009 · 8 comments

And That’s Why It’s Called Rocket Shoes

My best friend Kevin always likes to tell me that sometimes he feels like I just talk to hear myself talk. He also likes to say that it shocks him when I listen to him, because he usually feels like i’m just waiting for my turn to speak. I know, amazing friendship, right? (He’s actually ...

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August 31, 2009 · 4 comments

Hey There, Soulmate

I guess that title is creepy, because it insinuates that I could have a young boy as a soulmate. Which is problematic in a lot of ways, including “legally”. I bet he wishes he had a Dyson, too. Thank you Mr. Callahan for sending me this. I cannot believe this is real. Visit msnbc.com for ...

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August 30, 2009 · 4 comments

Whatever Works. Properly.

For whatever reason, I’m a huge fan of domesticity. Like, creepy Jonas Brother fan levels of fandom. I will run a load of laundry with three t-shirts and maybe, maybe a pair of socks that I wore when I thought about going to the gym but then just watched 30 Rock in (there are ten ...

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August 25, 2009 · 14 comments

Because I’m Perfect, Obviously

So for starters, I’d like to openly state that top ramen is the most unfulfilling food you can possibly eat. Much like a burrito, it’s a great idea at the time. Kind of like hooking up with an ex. Moving on. Being single seems to be a lost art these days. Seeing as I’m known ...

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