This is as close as I’ll get to a political post, probably ever. A couple facts (not the alternative kind)… I’m heartbroken and enraged by the things happening in my country and frightening the people I love.   I’m terrified by the Orwellian cast to the first month of 2017. I feel REALLYFUCKINGMOTIVATED to do

So I got this tattoo between June and August of last year… and I haven’t really shown it off, because I was a little bit afraid of the response to the fact that I’d covered most of the right side of my rib cage in ink. and because my previous body image sharknado – which

I LOVE Half Price Books. When I’m having a really bad day, I visit my friend Saht* at Steep and Brew for a latte, then sit cross-legged on the floor in the budget books section, drinking coffee and carefully selecting a stack of $2 novels based only on the title and cover art. A few

I asked my mom about sending out a snarky Christmas card last year that was exactly three sentences long, encapsulating the vortex of doom that was my 2016. She just sent back a photo saying it might just be an easier explanation.   Celebrity deaths and horrific political events aside, in 2016: 1. I admitted