High on Life

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.

Getting “it”

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.”

My, “I can’t believe this actually happened to me,” follow-up to the winky face article.

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.

Summer, so good.

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.

More, please!

This morning on the bus, I found myself in a bit of a pickle. Since my usual middle window seat was taken, this time by a woman and her three overstuffed suitcases, which I might add, she claimed were “quite comfortable” and “not going to move,” I shuffled all the way to a lone seat … More More, please!