When you look in the mirror, who do you see?
I was driving home from one of my schools yesterday, blasting silly pop music, window slightly open, about to get on the highway at 45th, when a red light slowed Read more…
I’m sorry I asked you not to clap for me
If you’re reading this in an RSS reader, you may want to head over to the site to see the pretty slideshow! [slideshow] Continuing on the Solo Life, where I Read more…
Girl’s post on the internet has brought Boy & Girl to this
The First 18 Steps in a Relationship 1. December 2009 – Boy meets Girl, bearing a six-pack and wearing slippers, in her living room filled with thirty-nine other strangers, after Read more…
Eating chocolate blind
I was chatting with a teacher at one of my schools early one morning when I noticed his eyes darting back and forth between my eyes and my chin. “You Read more…
Why I had an amazing experience yet still want my money back
I had a most wonderful evening a couple of weeks ago, climaxing with tickets to the sold-out Decemberists show at the Riviera. It was a great concert, with high-energy, a Read more…
Spending Friday night calculating last year’s mileage makes me make bad choices
You know how everything will be ok if you can just reach 120, 150, 200? That random, elusive, magic weight-number. My number has always been what it says on my Read more…
And this is how much I weigh two weeks later.
Just like my life has been a rollercoaster of emotion the past month, so has my attempt to shed pounds, er, be healthy. Unlike the typical peaks and valleys format Read more…
I Hate/Love/Hate/Love My Life
This past month has been a rollercoaster of emotion, where I’ve teared up out of happiness and out of frustration, numerous times… Where’s My Power Suit? After seeing an interview Read more…
This is how much I weigh.
I’ve been of the more-robust variety since third grade. At my highest weight, I was sixty pounds heavier than I am now. But I find no consolation in that. That Read more…
Why I Cried at the Gym Last Night and Cheated on My Boyfriend
A few months ago, Boyfriend mocked me by closing his eyes, making his best “Yeah, I’m grooving to jazz” face, and rocking back and forth in his chair; he said Read more…