I wonder if it is sadder to have a bitter Valentine’s Day or to forget about it entirely. And, no, this is not the forced mantra of the worn down single girl. You know, “No, really. I just plain forgot about it and had a perfectly lovely evening alone.” No, this is actual true absence of Valent...
I don’t do late nights anymore. Friday and Saturday nights, excluded, of course. (Hey, I’m not dead.) Now, to my surprise, I am up at an hour that knew me well back in college, but has now become my – and my job’s – nemesis.
Chad Taylor’s haunting track Storm is keeping me awake tonight.
It s...
While I was in line at Blue Baker grabbing take out for a preemptive strike on my weekly "I miss College Station food" fit, my boredom got the best of me and I found myself noticing the couple in front of me. The tanned girl was in a variation of the t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops uniform only becau...
Alright General Public, my patience with you has finally RUN OUT!
And, don’t worry, I’ll try to use small words so you can understand why…
While I was doubled over in tears and frantic sobs at the news of my brother’s second deployment, this time to a very unstable portion of Iraq, you were st...