It is a truth universally acknowledged that Mondays suck.
The alarm sounds. You rip your eyelids open. And instead of a day filled with cookies, long naps, and TV, you have to crawl out from under your toasty warm bedsheets and go to the eight hour dungeon called work.
Work that forces you to shower, brush your teeth, and do your makeup—all on a day that you really don’t want to.
That is Monday.
I am convinced that certain horrors only occur on Mondays. Tiny irritations that make you throw your head back and groan. And they start at the stroke of twelve.
Continue reading ➞ Mondays Suck
I don’t Black Friday shop. Being five-foot-two, I have never had the desire to be trampled into a human pancake, black heel imprints on my forehead.
I work hard to clear up the skin on my forehead. I don’t want footprints on it. Acne products are expensive, man.
However, Friday (yes, The Friday, Black Friday, the big kahoona), giddy from getting my hair done, I waltzed to my nearest Best Buy, blissfully unaware of the ugly shopper’s flurry that surrounded me.
Continue reading ➞ Cody, My Hero
Life is a funny thing. Funny in that you can sit and you can contemplate age, complain about the year you are in, the obstacles holding you back. But no matter what you do, who you talk to, or how hard you think about things, life moves on. You age.
Whether you hide under the covers for ever and evers, you will age. Whether you drink a gallon of apple cider vinegar (because some people think that is the cure to all…), you will age. Whether you worry about tomorrow or enjoy the present, you will age.
Soon, the word “teen” becomes a thing of the past and you are suddenly a “legal” adult. But the question is: are you a real adult?
Continue reading ➞ Are You An Adult?