During my tumultuous journey to find a suitable companion to grow old and miserable with, I ended up kissing quite a few toads (serves me right for having always looked for love in the swamp). Having been single for a number of years and having virtually no luck in the love department, I was finally … Continue reading Roses are red. Violets are blue. Crap, I might actually really like you.
I show up for my shift at the restaurant where I work as a part-time server 15 minutes early, not knowing what kind of night I have in store. Is the restaurant going to be fully reserved? Is the kitchen going to be short staffed? Am I going to have to serve an entire minor … Continue reading I definitely forgot to tell the kitchen about your shellfish allergy.
As I pick off the last of my glitter nail polish left over from the holidays, I start to reflect on all of the ups and downs that made up 2018. It was an odd year for me overall- a lot happened, and yet everything still managed to stay exactly the same. I had spent … Continue reading How to eat pizza and not hate yourself in 2019
If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me if I was back on the dating scene, I'd have enough change for, well, literally nothing because everything is ridiculously expensive- but I do get asked that question A LOT. If you've read even one of my previous blog posts, you know that … Continue reading Single Bells, Single Bells, Single all the Way…
I had the great pleasure of witnessing the first signs of grey hair in my mid 20's, but it's only since turning 30 that I've started to notice the rest of my body sprinting to catch up to my roots. Why is it that when men age they become known as silver foxes, but an … Continue reading Welcome to your 30’s, you officially work with people who were born in 1998.
I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but when I opened my Twitter account back in 2009, I had no idea of the impact it was going to actually have on my life. In a land before time when memes weren’t even a thing and before I was composing 1500 word blog posts for … Continue reading How Twitter changed my life
I crawl into bed each night next to a perfectly stacked pile of books on my bed side table, all of which are half read (half is actually pushing it, I've probably only read the forewords). I love books, the smell, the feel of flipping though pages, the bright colours and individual design of each … Continue reading I hate reading. There, I said it.