Renaissance Art’s The Shit
When I was a senior in high school (pinnacle of my education, complete with Kid Valley escapes and minimal effort) I would repeatedly encounter the …
I’m imagining this loft somewhere; an open room filled with windowed light, a bed with white plush linens and a chest at the foot, toys …
Dear Rachel, I am going to write you a time capsule. A year from now, when you go stalking your own blog re-reading and re-rendering post …
This is going to include some serious negativity. My B, but it’s coming from a positive, loving place, so you can suck my big fat …
I have a new Jen Jen. Better than my Jen Jen, is my Sarah. Sarah, this glorious woman with huge frizzy hair and spirit filled …
I’m in the blogging mode/mood, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m delirious from sleep deprivation (I generally blog when I should be sleeping) …
I’m sitting criss-cross-applesauce at my cousin’s old Dell computer, one of the only things that remains an original piece of their newly renovated living room. …
Last night my dad installed our Christmas tree (as though it was some sort of program or chip implanted in our living room (or rather …
This is broken, I didn’t write it all at once. But then again I don’t live that way either. I feel an incredible pain when I …