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Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sometimes for a snack I eat a bowl full of shredded cheese with pickle slices.¬†I’ve always loved pickles, but I think this habit really started the summer that I lived on campus and worked at The Corner Cone in Yellow Springs with Gretchen. We would fill the little plastic ice cream cups with shredded cheese … Continue reading

the Facebook game

the Facebook game

I took this idea from Nova, because why not? Rules: 1. Post your first ever Facebook profile picture 2. Pick one photo from each consecutive year up to the present one 3. Explain 2006: This photo was taken in Tomahawk, Wisconsin at a bonfire at my friend Joe’s house. I had just graduated from high … 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

one foot in and one foot back

About once a month for the past twelve months since I graduated from college, I’ve ventured back to the not-that-lovely city of Springfield, Ohio to visit my friends who are still students at Wittenberg. I go to my favorite bar, get gratuitously drunk, make cynical comments about “the real world,” impart slurry, sage-like advice about … Continue reading

in sober celebration

Last year on Saint Patrick’s Day I woke up at 7am and hiked with Gretchen through the early dawn to go to the sorry excuse for an Irish bar that’s just off the corner of Wittenberg’s campus. I drank green beer, ate scrambled eggs, got a free t-shirt, and skipped all my classes. I remember … Continue reading

new shoes for the holidaze

It’s Columbus Day and I find myself celebrating my day off from work by sitting at Caribou and feeling really grumpy about the fact that the front wall, which is made entirely of windows, is letting in way too much sunlight and aggravating my lingering hangover from the¬†shenanigans of Wittenberg Homecoming this past weekend. And … Continue reading

the fanciest hoodrats you'll ever meet

I love Springfield, Ohio. I really do. Even though it’s kind of a sorry excuse for a city, and even though the first word that comes to mind when I think of Springfield is “squalor,” I still have to appreciate it for its unique brand of undeniable desolation, if only because it was my home … Continue reading