Are you a good bitch or a bad bitch? Just kidding, there’s only one kind of bitch to be: a bad bitch.
I had an interesting week. AKA, I cried into a Strawberry Shortcake Popsicle in the broad daylight of my apartment on a weekday. It’s whatever.
Funny story: Last weekend, my best girlfriend, boyfriend and his best guy friend decided it would be a SUPER cool idea to break into a pool. Like my public apartment outdoor pool that locks at 9:30pm.
As the years go by, there are lessons you learn and things you perfect when it comes to being a woman. Problem is those lessons never stick, and you spend a good portion of your life relearning them.
Whether you prefer chocolate or vanilla, your favorite ice cream says a LOT about who you truly are.
I am willing to bet $100 you are actively worrying about something right now. And I will bet $100 more dollars what you’re worrying about is not worth it.
When I was in fifth grade, I thought 27 was ANCIENT. When I was with my boyfriend’s little cousin the other week, she said 27 was old; her teacher is 27.
The Mystery of Missing Out.
I was listening to Pandora on a long walk yesterday and a Rascal Flatts song came on called 'Things That Matter, Things That Don’t.' Despite its in-depth cheesiness and the fact I was getting my period that day, it rang so true in my mind. Let’s reflect.
These rules this week are coming to you fondly from two girls after a few glasses of wine, a long day at work, and in the small, messy kitchen of my apartment.
Travel is the only thing you purchase that makes you richer in the end. Travel makes you appreciate home and it’s one of the only times in life where the term “get lost” makes you feel an adventurous comfort.
It’s physically impossible to be everyone’s therapist and saint. I’m not going to make everyone feel like a the Beyonce-rule-the-world all the time.
Some of you might be saying, "Balderdash!" To which I would say, "Hells bells, Trudy!"
My life dream is (and has been forever) to write a novel and track my book tour on Instagram. It hasn’t happened yet and it seems far away, like a little teeny pin of light in a very long tunnel….but it still seems so accessible.
Yes, CBU is a religious school, but not just any religious school.
You have to find time to do the things that take a little time (run errands) AND the things that come effortlessly (five episodes of Parks and Rec in one sitting).
I don’t know about y’all, but “Reading Rainbow” set the precedent for my love of literature early on.
It’s easy for us during this time in our lives to become epically stressed out. But somehow, you have to let it go like a distant fart in the night. Just let it fade away.
The group hang and the one-and-one hang are vastly different human interactions. Your preference of the two probably says a lot about you.
Leslie Knope has inspired me in many ways. But my favorite Knope quote comes in blissful life simplicity: “I am big enough to admit I am often inspired by myself.”
Here’s a rule: only feel sorry for yourself one day of that week. The rest, find that inner wonder woman and press on.
I ran out and bought "The Body Book" and could NOT put it down. There is so much useful information in it for twenty-somethings.
No one is going to judge you if you don’t get married in your twenties. And marriage isn’t the end or beginning of anyone’s world, OK?
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