OK, so clearly it’s impossible to be both single and in a relationship (unless you’re Tiger Woods or Jesse James, I guess…), but it’s true. And it’s the best and longest relationship I’ve ever had in my life.

Would you rather be the dumper or the dumpee?
Things to Consider: post-break up weight gain, telling your friends you got dumped, extreme guilt, changing your relationship status on Facebook.

Would you rather have Aunt Flo come for a surprise visit while you’re donning your hottest, tightest, cutest brand new white jeans at the family BBQ OR have her show up when your long distance boyfriend comes to visit for the first weekend in months?

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I wake up and head to the gym. (OK, so sometimes those Sunday morning workouts don’t happen, but I digress….) Sometimes, I will take a class or meet with a Pilates instructor. Usually, however, I hop onto the elliptical, set my iPOD to F-U-N and set myself up for a 45 minute cardio challenge.

I’ve been to many sorority date parties in my college career and I can say there is nothing sloppier. For those of you who aren’t part of the Greek Life crew on your campus, sorority and fraternity date parties usually go something like this:

It looks like genetics have screwed me again. A new study out of Cornell has proven the obvious that big boobs mean bigger tips for waitresses.

I always knew I had an addictive personality. To be fair, though, for awhile I thought that meant that other people were addicted to my personality: my sense of humor, my charming ways, my gift giving skills… But then I got to college, smoked my first cigarette outside of a frat party…

Part of me wants to hate this, to write it off as yet another stereotypical portrayal of women by loser guys trying to make a funny YouTube video. But another part, a larger and less feminist part that might still be drunk from last night, can’t stop laughing.

So, I’m dealing with a really bad breakup right now. No, my boyfriend didn’t dump me – that would require me to have had a boyfriend in the first place. But my very good guy friend did dump his very serious girlfriend and now I’m left in the middle.

I don’t make resolutions for the new year. Not only do I know I will not keep them, but I also know that anything important enough to give up on December 31st should probably be given up on any other day. I tried to give up cake once – what a disaster. Just knowing the 31st was coming and that I would soon be without my beloved buttercream sent me on a downward spiral that resulted with me, a fork and a missing Costco sheet cake.