If You’re Ever Feeling Ugly


Maybe you look in the mirror and notice that your chin hair (mine's named Vern, so don't be ashamed of yours) is growing back with a vengeance. Maybe you have a huge zit right in between your eyebrows, and it's totally blocking your third eye. It's possible that your butt grew two sizes overnight (sort of like the... Continue Reading →

Folw Yur Drms


It's 11:30 p.m. I went to bed at 9:30 (after I graduated from college I turned into a grandmother and am perfectly okay with that). When I can't sleep, I think about weird stuff: 1. I was walking home at night one time when I ran into a few (very drunk) people sitting on a... Continue Reading →

Let Us Take a Trip Through Time


Let's go back -- far back (and I mean faaaar back, like a whole 4 years ago). Look into my crystal ball to see... Teenage Cappy: writer, high school student and Strokes fan extraordinaire. She had long blonde hair, bangs, and was just learning how to do a cat eye (oh, so young with so much... Continue Reading →

One Time, A Guy Sang At Me


I always feel really conflicted when men come up and do things that they clearly think are nice when really they're just making me uncomfortable. So...for example, one time a guy sang at me. I say he sang at me because I sort of just sat there, bewildered, while I was accosted by Justin Bieber lyrics. He had approached... Continue Reading →

Cool It, People


Lately, I've had a few adults (and I say adults like I'm not one because they're my parents' age and also because I refuse to grow up) make sassy and inappropriate comments about my appearance. "Oh my goodness, what have you done to your hair? And you've got things in your nose!" When I hear these... Continue Reading →

Happy Happy


I just wanted to sit down and write something in the middle of the night because…I’m happy. I’m happy because I’m warm in my bed and it’s absolutely frigid outside. I’m happy because I’m going home this weekend to visit my family and exist outside of this college town for a few days. I’m reading... Continue Reading →

Henrietta


I'd never liked antiquing before -- my mother half-dragging me around rooms full of musty nonsense that nobody wanted, my feet tired, my nose stinging a little from all that dust and "history." History in quotes, of course, because much of it seems to be weird plastic crap from the 1970s that got tossed out... Continue Reading →

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