January is mostly depressing. The holidays are over, the credit card bills are due, it's super cold out, and our livers are crying. Not to mention all of the celebrities we know and love suddenly departing for the big Bowie party in the sky. Ooooffffff. BUT! I'm determined to not wallow through this month in sadness. At least, not more than 50% of the time.
Read MoreIt's almost Christmas, which means I should have already watched Home Alone multiple times since Thanksgiving. But alas—I am only just now getting a chance to cozy up with Kevin, Marv, Harry, Uncle Frank, and Mitch Murphy. And since it's the holidays and I'm on vacation, there is wine involved. So why not combine these powers and create a Home Alone drinking game?
Read MoreI've been thinking about this day a lot as it crept closer and closer, and now I'm stress-eating maple leaf cream cookies while thinking how to make this post Significant. Today marks ten years since I got hit by an SUV while walking down a sidewalk near Washington Square Park, not long after moving to New York. I fondly refer to it as my Alive Day, since somehow, despite landing on a concrete sidewalk, I rolled out of there alive. And now, ten years later, I feel the need to reflect in a way that's extra-profound. But I can't seem to find the right words, other than the usual, "Thanks, universe!"
Read MoreI'm 33 today, which seems like a pretty insignificant birthday. All I can think of is this:
Read MoreIt's Olympics time again! Are you ready? I've been carbo-loading for days! (That makes America win, right?)
Read MoreLucas is away this weekend, which means I'm alone in my apartment being gleefully anti-social. I feel like I should spend this time having a stereotypically girly weekend—I guess, hanging out with lady friends and drinking wine and getting pedicures? But then I thought... I could also just stay mostly-indoors and watch a shit ton of X-Files.
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