Perhaps my greatest fear in life, besides contracting lice or discovering a family of spiders in my bed, is being completely and utterly unhappy. Often times this has led me to search for an escape route before I take on anything new, and ensure that I have a multitude of back up plans if something goes awry. Thus, I could have easily told you from a very young age that military life was not for me.

Lately, I have been consumed with trying to eat better for the sake of my health and also for the environment.

Being single in the city is a job all its own.

Not to look a gift horse in the mouth but it’s disquieting to know that my folks, who used to have it all figured out and at a lion’s pace for that matter, came to the enlightened realization that they never knew what they were talking about. Is it crazy I have a hard time accepting this?

pg. 107: It’s no longer that women in relationships are looking down upon the single masses from their ivory towers, thinking, “There but for the grace of God go I.” They’re watching their unattached friends skip out the door, thinking, “I like tube tops. I like graduate school in Beirut, too. Where’s everyone going tonight?”

Never mind that I probably should have worried about the symbolism or psychology behind her wanting to literally label things…

One thing that always made me jealous of Carrie Bradshaw — aside from the oft-maligned improbable shoe collection — was her ability to meet men. I struggle to find a summer fling and Carrie can start a relationship in 24 hours. But recently…I’m starting to meet men. Everywhere.

At some point in the past year, my brain assembled a mental wedding scrapbook and I can’t stop collecting images and ideas.