This weekend, I was aimlessly scrolling through my Facebook feed (my favorite Saturday afternoon activity) when I came across a plethora of wedding photos belonging to a friend of mine from high school.
I realized that perhaps the reason that I love “When Harry Met Sally” so much is because I’ve been looking for a Harry Burns and I don’t feel like that it’s at all outside the realm of possibility that I may find one. Let me explain…
This one’s for all of us who have taken to plunge into a healthier lifestyle… and immediately regretted the decision.
One more block to go. Three flights after that.
You know who you are…
So stop with the name-calling, the outfit judging, the rumors, the pettiness, the exclusion, and the drama. We’re better than that, ladies.
I’m not jaded or bitter or cynical, but I am a mature, functioning member of the adult world.
If you don’t see yourself in the experiences of others, what is the significance of that experience? Why would we write and read and speak, if not to connect?
My mother does not approve of my lack of steady significant other and apparently Tinder dates are not a suitable means of finding a mate. So, I’m submitting my resume to the Internet. Come and get it, boys!
“I think it’s so sexy that you love Disney movies. It’s like you’re a little girl.”