Nobody puts baillee in the corner

(Or in, which is where I sucked you with that amazingly witty title.)  If there is one thing I’m good at in this world, it’s saying I’m fine. It’s my mantra. It’s my essence. It’ll probably be on my tombstone. I could be catapulted down a slide made of razor blades into a vat of…

(I have no shame, if you were wondering) I want to start off by apologizing to anyone who was hurt or confused by me picking up and going home. I’m sorry if anyone got upset by me not saying anything before I left. Just know I had to do it. Why, you may ask? Well,…

(Not my best title but not my worst.) Hello Dear Readers,  I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything, but it’s because I haven’t felt the need to. However, I’ve recently found myself in a good ol’ fashioned rut (cue the 90s audience “aww” soundboard clip), and I’m thinking the only way…

(Jk, I love you CRJ; please don’t sue me for copyright infringement.)  Being an emotionally-driven person is both a blessing and a curse. On the upside, it means I am passionate about the things I love, I can usually see someone else’s perspective before acting, and I tend to think creatively. (It also means you…

(Jk, I love you CRJ; please don’t sue me for copyright infringement.)  Being an emotionally-driven person is both a blessing and a curse. On the upside, it means I am passionate about the things I love, I can usually see someone else’s perspective before acting, and I tend to think creatively. (It also means you…

(Note: I wrote this Thursday night/Friday morning and finally finished it today; you can’t rack this one up to time travel. Sorry for the collective sigh I just caused the supporters of the Mandela Effect to let out.) It’s almost 1:00 in the morning, I have to be up for work in a matter of…

I have a real knack for placing people on pedestals (try saying that five times fast). I tend to see them as coveted, untouchable, and fragile things, only to be admired from afar (which is one of those words I can only hear echoed in Anna Faris’s psychotic pop star voice a la Just Friends.)  Internally,…

(I wrote something kind of similiar to this for a website last year, but my love of Gilmore Girls runs so deep, that I’ve decided to make writing about my observations an annual tradition. L’chaim.)  This year’s Gilmore Girls viewing is unique because I am now exactly between Lorelai and Rory’s ages (aka I’m doing…

The tricky thing about closure is you can never predict whether or not you’ll actually ever get it. There’s no guarantee of everything being wrapped up in a nice and neat little package, and often times, things are left incomplete (try getting that Backstreet Boys club banger out of your head now), so you have…

As I previously mentioned, I’m currently transitioning from angrily shaking my fist at the sky back to your regular, everyday, friendly, neighborhood Veronica Sawyer angst. One of the biggest contributing factors of said anger comes from my dad’s diagnosis. I’ve been avoiding writing about it for almost a month now because once I actually put…