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I don't remember the first time I read Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. It was in my adult life, that I know, well past high school, years past college. Maybe even after grad school. I don't remember why I chose to read that particular novel. I don't remember the motivation behind purchasing the book. I don't remember whether I picked it up at a Borders on a whim or whether I ordered it intentionally online. I don't remember if I saw it mentioned in a TV show or if someone recommended it to me. I don't remember anything about the...

I've been on this kick lately to do the things I always say I'm going to do. You know those things. Maybe you were watching an improv show once and thought to yourself, "this is so much fun, I wish I could be up there." Or maybe you passed by that swanky but impossible-to-get-into restaurant and thought, "I keep meaning to try to make reservations." Or, maybe, you were lusting over Pinterest boards on Brazil thinking, "someday I will take a vacation there." Those things. We're always making these mental lists. Lists of things we want to do in life. Lists of those things we...

You didn't think I'd go all of October without dyeing my hair did you? In honor of autumn, I went with a nice red/brown color: Now, when I went to dye, I noticed the warning on the package: Tattoos may increase your risk of allergy to this product? Anyone have any sort of explanation for why this might be true? ...

Friday: Starbucks with Nadia Pumpkin Spice Latte (fall is arriving, damn good) I desperately want the “Starbucks Picnic Basket” (a coffee carafe and two metal cups in dark teal blue and orangy brown, I really want to buy it) Discussed: her wedding (McDonalds hamburgers late in the night on silver trays, is the fabric too dark for spring?, which dress would I rather wear?, why did you pick out a dress with a huge bow on the ass?, the bow doesn’t have to be tied, I picked the right one, will wake up wayway early for pretty pictures and then...

1. So, the other day a friend of mine (boy 1) tells me that him and another friend (boy 2) have decided that I should not get any more tattoos and that they make me less attractive and that guys don't like tattoos on girls. This of course made me feel like complete crap and made me cry. I was really mad at them both especially since I kind of like boy 2 and I thought then that maybe one of the reasons he doesn't like me back then is that I have a tattoo, which is a really crappy...