It's been a while since the last. . . . Phone vibrates. Brrrr, it goes, from somewhere beneath rumpled covers and sheets. Vibrations are d i s p e r s e d across the entirety of my bed. It's actually under my pillow. "Love is life!" is scrawled across my iPhone. I can't help but ... Read More
Four Girls in Washington D.C.
A few things happened this weekend. Some monumental (pathetic pun intended), some not. The biggest news of them all? I joined the ranks of the 21st century tech babes with an iPhone, meaning I now have Instagram. Better late than never, so the saying goes. I kid. I love Washington D.C., I don't go ... Read More
#FattieNotAFoodie: The Avocado Booty Call
"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." . . . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More