Once upon a time, I was in the seventh grade. (Yes, it was long enough ago that I can say 'once upon a time.') Anyway, I was about 13 or so and had just discovered that I would never be cool. This discovery happened at the first boy/girl party I went to. (The kid's mother said … Continue reading The Original Hipster
On the occasion of my seventh birthday I told my mother that I'd had enough birthdays. Seven was a very good age, I was happy with it, and I would stay there. (Just as an amusing side note - my youngest sister thought that the age of seven was rather magical as well, but she believed … Continue reading At what age did you feel grown up?
Part one: comments and critiques may break my bones, but silence will break my heart. RuleOfStupid wrote an awesome post about feedback and friendship and other stuff... 🙂 Something he said struck me, and hopefully he wont mind if I quote: "People who really know you can’t be mean to you, because they know your … Continue reading More on Friendship
Once upon a time... OK, actually, two weeks ago, I was at work and a client said something unbelievably nasty to me. It was so nasty, it made me cry. I do not normally cry at work. In fact, I don't think I have ever cried at work. My instant and perhaps childish reaction to … Continue reading On Friendship, continued.
"Ah, this is why I have no friends!" is something I say often. When, for instance, I blurt out my true opinion about my boyfriend's clothing choices, or after I spend five days in a row in my pajamas watching Lord of The Rings, the extended version with all the behind-the-scenes footage, for the tenth … Continue reading On Friendship