Why is it that when we wake up in 2012, we feel the need to necessitate the shattered dreams we had in the latter year with 800 mg of ibuprofen and 365 thoughts of what could have been? Sometimes you hit the bar, sometimes the bar hits you. That should be our NEW new years … More Last year was so _________!
Why I do this to myself … I will never know. But here I go again, blogging on an empty stomach. Sure, it’s about noon and all I’ve had is a lean pocket (which was awful, by the way) but I’ve had a list of things to do this morning and I refuse to sit … More Lemon Ricotta Waffles with Blueberry Syrup
In my life, there are two different types of brunch. First, the “Sunday morning, I’m so hungover, let’s go the diner around the corner NOW” brunch. We all know the drill. You wake up in a haze, sometimes still drunk, sometimes alone, sometimes not – and you gather the strength to roll over and grab … More Brunching
Lately, I’ve been having this recurring dream that I’m on Top Chef. Unfortunately, something must be off, because I keep losing. “Allana, please, pack your knives and go.” Suddenly, I wake up in a furious daze, sweat dripping down my face, heart beating super fast. I find myself confused. I swerve around my room, grabbing for … More Sable Kitchen
Do you ever find yourself sitting in a coffee shop, listening to mo-town, tapping your feet & wondering “what the heck!”
Last week, as I was sitting in my parents kitchen, eating something delicious, I couldn’t help but burst at the seams telling them how excited I was to run my first 5k the following weekend. This is how that conversation went down.
A few days ago, I turned 24. In the months leading up to the big, earth-shattering event, a friend (a 24-year old friend) kept reminding me on an almost daily basis, that until I turned one year older, I simply wouldn’t “get it.”
About two months ago at work, I was left my first phone number. The digits were scribbled on a comment card I had dropped at the table, above some dudes messy signature of his name, Ben. The timing really was perfect – after dropping off the check and doing my standard goodbye spiel, “Aw, are … More My, “I can’t believe this actually happened to me,” follow-up to the winky face article.
When I woke up this morning and realized the temperature had drastically dropped from high 90s to mid 60s, my first thought was : Shoot. I wish I would’ve rocked my romper more this summer. A romper, in all its glory, is seemingly the epitome of summer for some folk, myself included. If it fits … More Summer, so good.
James Franco. Simply typing the letters of his name on my keyboard gives me the willies.
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