Don’t Call It A Comeback
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Read More Don’t Call It A ComebackBigger. Bolder. Bloggier.*
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Read More Don’t Call It A ComebackI turned 26 last Friday. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, but Whitney! You don’t act a day over 12! Or look a day over however much younger you would like to look or act! Thanks, reader. That makes me feel really good about myself! I DON’T look a day over fetus. I spent my […]
Read More 26 is The New 25Since Donald Trump is still in the running–is still considered to be a “viable” candidate–I have decided to take it upon myself to create a weekly segment in which I tear him up like the piece of beef jerky that he is. On this week’s segment of #TrumpedThursdays, we’re going to talk about how dumb […]
Read More #TrumpedThursdays2015 has come and is gone the way of anyone’s intestines after a two-hour long Indian food fest: down the drain, hopefully without the help of a plunger or a plumber. Let me further this metaphor, and I apologize ahead of time if you are currently eating. Let’s imagine that each year represents a pair of underwear…
Read More 2016: We Aren’t Potty TrainedHere is my Christmas list for the year. I know, I know. It’s very late. But you see, the magic of Christmas is that you don’t actually give a fuck what I write, but I can write it anyway and send it out into “the universe” and hopefully “the universe” will be like, “oh-hay, here’s […]
Read More Dear SantaI was eating dinner last night, much like I do every night. It was especially delicious, and I was very proud of myself and savoured each bite. Then I looked at the last bite of my meal, and I thought, Well, I’ll be damned if I don’t make the best damn sandwich ever. And then […]
Read More A Profound, Terrible ThoughtOkay, guys. If you haven’t combed through the shitstorm that is my blog to read all of the dumb things I’ve gotten into over the years, let me sum up: The Shining scared the absolute shit out of me. When I was three, my parents stayed up late watching the film. Being the no-good sneak that […]
Read More My Worst Fear, Realized (NSFW)[INSERT REALLY LONG POST ABOUT MY PROLONGED ABSENCE, FULL OF LOTS OF WITTY, SARCASTIC ONE-LINERS AND PICTURES OF PUPPIES HERE TO APPEASE ALL MY READERS THAT HAVE SO GRATEFULLY KEPT READING EVEN THOUGH I HAVE BEEN HOLED UP IN MY CONDO MOVING IN AND ALSO WRITING 280 PAGES SO THAT I CAN HAVE MY MASTERS […]
Read More HEY GUYS I JUST LEARNED ABOUT THE INTERNETListen. I’m not about to get all Debbie Downer on you, but I have some problems with the 4th of July. Mainly, it tends to inspire blind patriotism. Lots of shouts of “‘MERICA!” and copious amounts of burnt cow and pig and probably too much booze. Definitely too much booze. I even had a booze or […]
Read More Fourth of Ju-Lame10. Graduate programs really, really differ depending on what your focus is. My biffle Batman had 30 page finals and conferences to attend and research to do and calculations to run. Me? Oh, I ate dinner with my classmates and we talked about our writing a little bit. That’s not to say what I did […]
Read More 10 Things I Learned in Graduate School (Year One)