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the co-ed sleepover, or proof that parents these days are morons.

March 4, 2010

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There was a segment on my local news last night about parents allowing their high school students to have co-ed sleepovers.
As in, they permitted insecure, over-developed, sexually rambunctious high school girls to spend the night with hormone-charged, got-something-to-prove high school boys. And while I would have given my right elbow to have been allowed to [...]

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how to have a single girl's valentine's day.

February 15, 2010

Ingredients Needed

One awesome bloggy friend
One bus ticket to New York
Too many margaritas to count
Plenty of wine
Back to back showings of Valentine’s Day and Dear John
A romantic dinner for two

Directions

Mix together well
Snuggle

I spent the weekend with my favorite Caviandra and I made her be my Valentine. (Luckily she didn’t protest.) We laughed and ate and shopped [...]

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so it turns out dating is hard, yo.

February 1, 2010

I decided to stop whining about this whole “I’m bored and lonely and I hate college boys because all they want to do is waste 5 minutes of my time trying to unhook my bra and make me all exasperated and infuriated” thing and do something about it.
So I joined OkCupid. (Whatever, don’t judge me.)
In [...]

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tmi thursday: midnight waterfall.

December 10, 2009

It’s time for TMI Thursday, brought to you by LiLu. As she always says, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone [...]

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proper male-female toilet etiquette.

November 19, 2009

E’s boyfriend lives across the street, and he stays over a lot. A LOT. We all adore him, so it’s not a big deal, but in a house full of girls there are some things that we’ve just grown accustomed to.
Like the toilet seat always being down, for instance.
Which apparently boys don’t care about.
Bee is [...]

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fragile.

November 8, 2009

I’m strong.
But not as strong as you think I am. Not as strong as I pretend to be.
When you cut me, I bleed. When you push me, I fall. When you hit me, I bruise. When you hurt me, I cry.
I just never let you see the wounds you cause.
Instead I hurt alone, because I’m [...]

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