I feel like this is one of the debates that has raged on for all mankind. It’s up there with chicken or the egg, vanilla or chocolate, Backstreet Boys or N*SYNC. All my semi-adult life I’ve used the term “hook up” to describe anything in the realm of making out, heavy petting- anything more … Continue reading
I know I’m not the first person that’s ever done this before. I still think it’s worthy of a rant. Last week, against all my better judgment and common sense, I decided to open a match.com account. I spent hours after work crafting the perfect witty profile and complimenting it with my best pictures. I … Continue reading
I’ve been forcing myself to sit at my computer and write out the fourth entry in the March Madness series, but every time I type out exactly what we did that day it seems unworthy of a post and anticlimactic. And you deserve more than that. Long story short: we came, we drank, we watched … Continue reading