The Wildrose and Why I Hate Being a Lesbian
Okay, hate is a strong word. I don’t hate being a lesbian. We all know I love myself. But the lesbian “scene” or the lesbian community has some inherent problems that makes me...
Read More →Okay, hate is a strong word. I don’t hate being a lesbian. We all know I love myself. But the lesbian “scene” or the lesbian community has some inherent problems that makes me...
Read More →Remember that one time Kelly Clarkson got snubbed for “Best Pop VocalĀ Album” back in 2010. Instead, the award went to the Black Eyed Peas, who actually had the least amount of vocals on...
Read More →On Super Bowl Sunday, I turned to the large group of people gathered around and simply asked if anyone would be interested in going to trivia this week. My request was met with...
Read More →Two weeks ago, I went to the Lady Gaga concert on a Monday night. Sure, it’s difficult to go to a concert on a Monday but when it’s Gaga, you have to bite...
Read More →Today is a sad day. Today, I am giving up Fireball. What’s Fireball, you might ask? It’s heaven. Pure heaven in liquid alcohol form. Fireball is a cinnamon whiskey craze that has swept...
Read More →Some of you read this blog and might be thinking, “Is your life just one big party?” Conversely, some of you might be thinking “No wonder why you’re single” or “God this all...
Read More →Something dawned on me recently and it was a very difficult discovery: I’m such a Dawson. For those of you completely uninterested in Dawson’s Creek or my obsession thereof, no worries, you won’t...
Read More →I have been having some difficulty writing as of late. I’m not a huge fan of the holidays and when I don’t feel chipper, I don’t want to write blog posts. So, I...
Read More →I wrote about my plane ride home from Orlando but I never wrote about my time there. My dad, sister and niece go every year and they have invited me along these past...
Read More →Every year my dad and sister take my niece to Disney World. A couple years ago, they started inviting me to come along with them. Last year, my niece was seven. Let me...
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