OK so let’s just jump right into it, because I’m fucking bored, perpetually heartbroken this week, and just not really into anything. Usually that’s when I get my best writing done but lately all I can do is sit in bed and like, cry, or play this new-ish Simpsons game

The rest of Australia can’t understand Adelaide.

We’re just too weird.

January isn’t even half over and I have already somehow managed to break all of the New Year’s Resolutions I knew I wouldn’t keep. Why are New Year’s Resolutions so important? Well, once you break one, and they lead to more ill behavior that will snowball into an even worse

  Howdy, brokesters… apologies for the lack of TBC musings as of late. Happy new year and shit. If you follow me on Twitter/are stalking me in real life, you know that I spent the holiday season getting blotto in my beloved home state of Wisconsin. Yes, America’s darling Dairyland.

Like most people that live in Portland right now, you’re probably thinking something along the lines of “the sky is grey, everything is grey, the choices I make get perpetually worse every year, my life is going nowhere, I want to die, is there someone available to take care of

The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled

There are conflicting emotions that are entrenched in my heart for those snail-like days at the J-O-B. On one hand, there isn’t any work to do, which usually results in a lackluster effort of staying busy. This is a perfect opportunity to slack off. On the other hand, time moves

While some kids grow up with the city skyline in their backyard and used the streets as their playground, others live vicariously through what they see on television and read about in novels. I was once a young girl growing up in the culturally starved Midwest, thumbing through fashion magazines