Because sometimes you wish your heel clicks would bring you anywhere else.

When I was young (compared to my ripe old age of 22) I wanted to be so many different things when I grew up that I had trouble picking that one job that would fulfill …

As much as we all saw a part of ourselves in Daria Morgendorffer, none of us saw anything at all. It really is a nutty, nutty, nutty world.

I love facebook. I also love my family. I do not, however, love that my family has discovered facebook.

Have all your kids at twenty three; just bust them all out as fast as you can.

“I wasn’t nervous until you told me I should be, Dad!”

Despite the dire statistics surrounding the state of marriage in the United States, I never really had friends with divorced parents when I was growing up. We all trusted that our parents would be one unit for as long as we needed them to be and as far as I can remember none of us ever feared that they would decide to go their separate ways. Luckily, we each got to the other side of adolescence with the same amount of stability that we entered with.

After schleping my prized possessions into a storage unit about two years ago, I reluctantly moved back in with my parents. In my mind this stint at home would last only a few months while I found a way to magically expand my bank account- so I brought just what was necessary to comfortably survive. I even endured a year of my dad’s poster of Paul McCartney hanging above my bed in order to reiterate the fact that yes, I had every intention of high tailing it out of there asap.