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.
If you were late for work this morning because you had to stop and get a pumpkin spice latte at your local Starbucks drive-thru where the barista, who knows you by name, proceeded to compliment your oversized blanket scarf as you drove off listening to the latest Taylor Swift album, you might be a basic … Continue reading Pumpkin spice and everything nice – Tales of a basic bitch
Since it’s 2018, I’d like to think that I don’t have to explain the millions of reasons why you should never ask a woman in her thirties (or a woman at any age really) why she doesn’t have kids. To save you from having to ask, I’ve decided to address this relatively hot topic and … Continue reading Proud member of the no-babysitter’s club
I've said it before, this isn't a food blog, but since I'm a millennial basic bitch at heart, there's nothing I love more than a trendy little Instagram worthy brunch option. To be honest, I don't know why everyone loses their minds over avocado, they don't taste like anything and they're actually pretty finicky little … Continue reading Basic Bitch Avocado Toast
As I prep tonight’s gourmet single-girl dinner which consists of half a bag of Skinny-pop popcorn and a caffeine free Diet Coke, I find myself feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt for having given up on myself. I guess you could say my “fuck it” meter is at an all time high at the moment. … Continue reading Forget the spark, I need a blow torch
It was a blistering hot Saturday afternoon, I found myself at a local lakefront festival surrounded by the who’s-who of my town that included the mayor and a local political party leader who probably peed in my childhood pool at some point when we were both kids growing up together. I'm sure I'm not alone in … Continue reading How many degrees of separation before I have to move?