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Sunday confessions, vol. 12

Sunday confessions, vol. 12

I don’t like Mumford & Sons. I tried, but they just don’t do it for me. I thought I could at least like their cover of “The Boxer” by Simon & Garfunkel, but I couldn’t find any reason why I would ever listen to it when I could just listen to the original instead, since … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 11

Sunday confessions, vol. 11

It’s been a long time since I did a Sunday confessions post, so why not? I’ve been thinking about dying my hair for about two years, but haven’t gotten around to it because I’m too cheap. Dude, girl hair is expensive, and it’s hard enough for me to consistently get hair cuts, let alone maintain a … Continue reading

What We Wore Wednesday

What We Wore Wednesday

Erin and I went to the Indianapolis Art Center in Broad Ripple to take some outfit pictures. The pictures were supposed to be a joke, but they kinda ended up looking real, except for the fact that mine are terrible quality because I used Microsoft Paint to edit them. I posted the details of my outfit just … Continue reading

Sunday confessions

Sunday confessions

Sometimes I unfriend people on Facebook on their birthday. If someone pops up on my birthday notifications and I have to think twice about who they are, or I don’t care that it’s their birthday, I unfriend them. It’s a convenient way to upkeep my Facebook friends but I hope no one has ever noticed … Continue reading

things I hate about being a girl, vol. 3

things I hate about being a girl, vol. 3

If you guys haven’t noticed, part of the premise of this blog, and also of my entire existence, is that I don’t believe in going to ridiculous lengths for appearances. “Dressed to Chill”–get it? I’ve always been a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of girl, and if it were up to me I would never wear any shoes … Continue reading

things I hate about being a girl, vol. 2

I absolutely loathe public restrooms. I know that’s kind of a given, because it’s not like anyone actually likes them, but I think I’m bothered by them in a more extreme way than most people. Sometimes, they actually infuriate me, either because of the idiotic design of the restroom itself or because of the repugnant … Continue reading

things I hate about being a girl, vol. 1

I have bushy eyebrows, okay? I can’t help it. I inherited them from my mother, who had a thin cheerleader body and long, straight, pretty, awesome 70s hair when she was younger, so the eyebrows weren’t as much of an eyesore on her as they were on me when I was a chubby, awkward, tomboyish … Continue reading