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Sometimes, I wake up with a sore throat and bags under my eyes and I think about how I'm still sleeping with a tattered teddy bear instead of a man and I say, "Well, this sucks." But, then I realize I have a job where I get PAID to sing with an 80 piece National Repertory Orchestra in snow-capped Colorado, and I say, "...Nevermind. It's all good." Read Full Story

Today is the last day of being twenty-two years old. And since apparently, thirty is the new twenty, I guess that means tomorrow I will turn thirteen. So, bring on the boy band posters and the braces and the distant longing for inaccessible men. Sometimes, I feel like I have been whirled into an endlessly cycling lifestyle of contract from contract, paycheck to paycheck, diet to diet, frienemy to frienemy, small coffee to small coffee, snooze button to snooze button. But, when I sit down and... Read Full Story

1. I will only buy tampons if there is a self-checkout available. If this means driving ten minutes out of the way to an uncrowded Harris Teeter, so be it. 2. Even if all six items of clothing looked ghastly on me in the mirror, I will never give all six items back to the fitting room assistant to hang on the return rack. It makes me feel like a failure. I know, deep down, the Old Navy clerk with her pony tail and headset is thinking, "Wow. None of the clothes fit her? How sad."3. I... Read Full Story

Something incredible has happened to me. Something that hasn't occurred since my inception on this heart attack of a planet. Something I bashed for years on account of all the backstabbing and deception. A mission that has until this time proved fruitless in an ocean of caddy, two-faced, green-eyed monsters blanketing the earth.I. have. girlfriends.By this I do not mean I am a polygamous lesbian.By this, I mean- in the midst of my weeping waves of catastrophic upset over the last three da... Read Full Story

I've never been tempted by store-specific credit cards. I haven't flinched at the temptation of memberships or gold cards or limited time only specials. But, there is one thing that will always, ALWAYS propel me into a gradual state of wallet-weight-loss.Frequent Buyer Cards.The very concept alone fascinates me. You buy. You buy. You buy. You buy. You buy. And congratulations! You DON'T buy. Then you begin the vicious but enticing cycle again. The thing is, it's not the free 2... Read Full Story

Tonight after I left the gym, I went to Smoothie King (like you do when you want to pretend you're not regaining all of the calories you just burned off). And as I waited for my deliciously overpriced styrofoam cup of "Passion Passport," I ran into this:That's right, friends. You read correctly. Steel Libido Women. What is this? Another name for the Pussycat Dolls? Or is this a band of superheroes? "Here we come to save the day with our legs spread!" As if this wer... Read Full Story

In 1992, Mike Myers made an earth-shattering statement that would forever alter the potential for sexual innuendo in everyday conversation. As a frizzy-haired Garth muttered, "Are you done yet? I'm getting tired of holding it" (in reference to an oversized photo of Claudia Schiffer), a quick-witted, holey-jeaned Wayne Campbell responded with:"Yeah. That's what she said."But, alas, as time pressed onward, "That's what she said" quickly dissipated into ... Read Full Story

I had never heard this song before tonight. It is uncannily timed. She really sings my heart.A Bird's SongWhen I would play my songYou used to sing along.I always seem to forgetHow fragile are the very strong.I'm sorry I can't steal youI'm sorry I can't staySo I put band-aids on your kneesAnd watch you fly awayI'm sending you away tonightI'll put you on a bird's strong wingI'm saving you the best way I know howI hope again one day to hear you singYou know w... Read Full Story

Weather can make me or break me.Because the outdoor temperature here in North Carolina has been prematurely tuned to a degree of perfection (this means: warm enough to drive with the windows down, but cold enough to ward off seatbelt buckle burns), I have been fabulously elated over the past two days. Elated enough to not care that my hair is a hot windblown mess irrevocably tangled in my aviators after my fifty minute commute to work.Pretty days equal pretty drives to pretty music.Your missi... Read Full Story