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Happiness is like Twerking: The Story of What To Do When You Feel Blue

Are you feeling blue? Well, call me Billy Mays (RIP) because I’m here to get rid of that stain. Watch how this post unleashes of the power of wine (and some other less important stuff), making tough stains (your blue-ness) disappear like magic. For me, happiness is a bit like twerking. Some people have mastered…… Continue reading Happiness is like Twerking: The Story of What To Do When You Feel Blue

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Role Model: The Story of My Questionable Influences

I’ve been thinking about my role models lately – people I look up to, but can also relate to. A lot of them are artists, peace-makers, or champions of a cause. Our history has no shortage of leaders and innovators, of great beauties and even greater brains. But I think my biggest role model is a fictional character.…… Continue reading Role Model: The Story of My Questionable Influences

Anecdotal Evidence · Big Fat Wine Tears · Bigger Than My Body · Travel · Wine and Beer

Secret to Life: The Story of My Sweaty Friends

About a week ago, I went to a music festival in Arrington, Virginia called Lockn’. Between all the sweating, awkward finger-snapping (my specialty dance move) and *tent spiders, I realized something: I am lucky to have friends who look back. If you’ve ever been to a festival, or even a concert, then you know the…… Continue reading Secret to Life: The Story of My Sweaty Friends

Anecdotal Evidence · Big Fat Wine Tears · Bigger Than My Body · Drunk · Travel

Beautifully Average: The Story of How Everyone At Panera Bothered Me

I probably shouldn’t have a blog. I’m scatter-brained, mildly inappropriate, and most days I lead an exceptionally average life. But then I went to Panera and witnessed a murder. No, just kidding. But I did go to Panera and I almost committed a murder. So, I’m sitting by this loud couple who keeps talking, shouting…… Continue reading Beautifully Average: The Story of How Everyone At Panera Bothered Me