This is a true statement: I don’t like drama. I just want to live my life, go to work, do my school stuff, hang out with friends and family, follow my own interests, and mind my own freaking business. I don’t like upheaval. I don’t like chaos. I don’t like conflict. I’m not a fan… Continue reading drama causes insomnia: you know that, right?
I need a vacation. Not like an actual vacation, though a white beach, blue water, and a hammock with some shade would be nice (bonus points for a refreshing beverage). No, what I really need is time away from the stress and worries of my everyday life, away from all the chaos at work, away… Continue reading calgon, take me away
So, normally the summer is a slow season for TV-watching. I mean, I don’t watch TV on a regular basis anyway, but I record a few shows to watch in my downtime (whatever that is). NCIS. NCIS LA. Elementary. (Yes, I see the theme here. What’s your point?) Big Bang Theory. (Because honestly, Sheldon and… Continue reading summer eye candy…I mean television
Mental shifts are funny things. Sometimes, it takes something major to set them off: a medical problem, losing someone you care about, or another type of personal disaster. Sometimes, it doesn’t take anything to set them off. They just happen, and you’re not always aware of them until after they’ve happened. Sometimes, if you’re lucky,… Continue reading this is what personal growth looks like
Okay, so it’s not normally a surprise to become an aunt. But in this case, yeah, it kind of was. Bubba only told me two weeks ago that he was going to give his girlfriend’s baby–not HIS baby–his last name. I’m not judging. I am a little concerned that he’s only been dating her since… Continue reading suddenly…I’m an aunt
The Diva had brain surgery on Wednesday. Yes, I know, it sounds like a bad joke, but it’s true. She has Chairi, or, as she likes to say “My brain is too big for my skull.” She’s been having really bad headaches for about a year and a half now, along with dizziness and fatigue.… Continue reading brain surgery, anyone?
You know, sometimes, I really shouldn’t be allowed out in public. Seriously. My game face, well, it’s just not always that good. So, last night, Baby Brother and I went out with my Other Brother (Baby Brother’s best friend, whom I haven’t seen in probably a year), Other Brother’s girlfriend, and two friends of theirs.… Continue reading I’m the fashion police, didn’t you know?