For those of us familiar with my life outside of my virtual domain, you know that a week after I left Minneapolis, my grandmother died. I can’t tell you how many times I listen to the /one/ voicemail I have from her, saved on my phone. Every moment I wish I could just hear her … Continue reading Shirley Anne.
The first time I ever realized I was from the Midwest was I was sitting in a room, surrounded by New Yorkers, and I squealed when I saw two cows kissing one another. Cows are cute. I like flannel. Soda will ALWAYS be called pop to me. You can kick the boy out of the Midwest, but goddamn, is that buttermilk ranch flavored force within him strong as heck.
As I sit here in Doritos stained sweatpants in front of Gossip Girl reruns on Netflix, I can't help but think about the neglect I've inflicted upon this humble blog. I figured a more substantial use of my time of watching more episodes of rich white people making asses of themselves, it seemed it was … Continue reading xoxo, rose-coloured boy
I used to never think I'd live past the month of March, and here we are, sitting at day 4 of April. It's ludicrous to think that in years past, I lamented an entire month, just because of trauma endured during my childhood. For the record, I just about spelled "Ludacris" instead of the latter, … Continue reading Though he be but small, he is fierce: March in Memoriam
All I've succeeded at today is eating a whole bag of popcorn in my underwear and putting a t-shirt on inside-out. This is okay. I've pretty much spent my day snuggled up in the cocoon that is my bedroom, and someday, eventually, I will emerge a beautiful butterfly. Today, I am a slug instead. But … Continue reading Save me for the Storm: 7 Self Care Pick-me-ups
https://youtu.be/qCbUnzPa0Fw This really isn't a post bashing Valentine's Day. I mean, of course the last time I went on a date was probably during the Jurassic period, but whatever. I'm fine. I don't debate abandoning life to raise alpacas in the Andes mountains on the daily, nor do I eat a pound of guacamole in … Continue reading Consolation Cake: You can have your sads and eat them too.
Good morn-noon, Roseville!Yes, Roseville. That's right, I've bestowed upon thee, my small reader-base, a title. The reasoning behind Roseville is for two reasons, which one, you might have guessed, is the new Paramore video release. Shocking, I know. The boy with the incredibly emo blog name wants to name his fanbase Roseville. Shocking, I know.The … Continue reading It’s Always Sunny in Roseville