Tag Archive: friends

If the Characters of FRIENDS Had Online Dating Profiles

I’m too young to remember “The Rachel” hairstyle when it was in its prime, but I can quote the character nearly verbatim. I’m using this special talent to bring you the abbreviated Coffee Meets Bagel dating profiles of your six favorite Manhattan residents who live in apartments they could never afford—and would never have to leave, if they met all of their potential paramours through their phones.

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Putting dinner on my own damn table

I started this entry in late October. After all of my initial inspiration was thrown on the page, I promptly abandoned it – because I had no idea what kind of conclusion I… Continue reading

Independent Women Part III

“All the women / Who independent / Throw your hands up at me” (Independent Women Pt. I, Destiny’s Child) I threw my hands up. Proud of it, too. But still surprising when other… Continue reading

Bless You.

Recently I was walking home from work and I was just about to pass the library. A girl walking towards me across the street sneezed. A boy walked past her a few seconds… Continue reading

Homecoming

Today is my first full day back at the University of Dayton after Thanksgiving break.  Returning to Michigan last week Tuesday was the first time I made a trip home since I’ve been… Continue reading

Stressed, Depressed, and Hot.

Okay, I’m not really depressed.  I’m not actually hot at this exact second, either, but I have been recently.  At least I am stressed, for sure. It’d be nice to say I haven’t… Continue reading

Summertime, and the Living is Easy

That’s at least half true.  While I find myself always always always busy, it’s usually in a positive way.  Good parties, good friends, great times!  While I admit I have neglected to clean… Continue reading

I’m a leader.

At least, I’m now a part of the University of Dayton Honors Scholars Program and I’m invited to a Summer Leadership Program in August.  They’re also giving me an extra grand for my… Continue reading

Best Buds and Random Roommates

My parents played backgammon in the kitchen at breakfast this morning.  Does anyone else play this game?  Does anyone else even know what it is?  I have gradually been formed over the years… Continue reading

Exploiting my absence of domesticity and ability to murder the use of a metaphor.

Earlier today I called my best friend* to ask her if it was okay to iron cotton.  It is.  Except I can’t iron. My best friend isn’t the type to routinely iron her… Continue reading