I go by my initials.

I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.

I was already pretty excited to go see the Williams kids run at Reggie…

Because I love my team and I love track and I haven’t seen any pole vaulting in far too long.

BUT THEN I realized that I can totally make Coach crack my back, which has been sorely needing a cracking for days now. So now I’m like, extra excited.

Curiously, the back of a taxicab traveling away from the downtown bar scene and towards this home that I’ve made for myself on the outskirts (more friends, more beer, more frozen convenience store pizza) ended up being the perfect place to begin a new year.  We had no countdown or confetti, but I still got to kiss Julz at midnight—not a bad deal, at all. 

This might be too personal of a question, but are all of your menstrual cycles syncing up right now? Can you feel it?
My first boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen. Drinking with high school friends is always the best.

Nothing says Merry Christmas like a two-hour jaunt to the Urgent Care Clinic for a double ear infection…