Guess what? You’ll never guess, so I’ll spit it out. This is my 100th post on Archives of Our Lives. (Every time I write “Archives of Our Lives,” I feel like the word “our” should not be capitalised, because it’s … Continue reading
Oh, all right. I’ll get off my dadgum high horse already: Reproduce! Have kids–have a million if you want. As long as I don’t have to deal with them, I don’t care. What I do care about is the new … Continue reading
Some ladies in the blogging world are feeling very anxious to produce children as of late, I’ve noticed. “It’s all I think about,” they write, “I can hardly stand seeing all the other pregnant ladies around me all day!” I … Continue reading
In Arizona, spring has already sprung. We’re a whole month behind here in Canada, and it’s not looking hopeful. Oh, sure, the sky is bright cheerful blue today, but I’ve played this game–it’s called Spring Hasn’t Really Sprung and You’re … Continue reading
I know. Love, right? I’m sick of it. I’ve always sworn that anything I write should be for entertainment purposes–I have very little interest in writing words that aren’t funny. Believe it or not. I’ve just posted two serious love … Continue reading
**Warning: This post may cause bile to rise in throats of less-sentimental readers. Immense tenderness ahead. Do not read if prone to illness or reactions against tenderness. This post may not be suited for adults who are not directly related … Continue reading
I am stingy with the word “love.” Real stingy. It took me so long (and so many boyfriends) to come to my own conclusion about the meaning of “love” that I don’t just toss the word around like pretzels. I … Continue reading