Nobody puts baillee in the corner

(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…

(Veronica Sawyer was one of my fictional character, so I have to throw a Heathers reference in there to stay trendy.)  First and foremost, I’m so deeply sorry for not writing in so long. The past few weeks have been interesting to say the least, and I’ve been waiting to write until something good happened.…

Hello, my dear readers. I know I haven’t written in a couple of weeks, and it isn’t fair to you. If I may, let me explain myself.  1). I got a new job: I was offered an amazing new job at a movie theater where I get to talk about movies all day and get…

(It’s not my best, but I only had two green teas and no coffee today, it’s Monday, and I’m an emotionally fragile individual, so take me for who I am.)  If it isn’t apparent by now, fall is my favorite time of the year. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas (and I have seven-and-a-half…

For my whole blogging life, I’ve always written out how I feel. But what do you do when the words won’t come? For once, I don’t know exactly  what to say. I keep trying and trying to write something that adequately sums up my feelings, but nothing looks or sounds right. It’s like there’s a…

(Sorry Biggie.) Growing up, my mother made our birthdays downright magical. Don’t get me wrong, the buildup to the holidays was weeks in the making. We labored over picking the perfect costume (my favorites being an authentic, and in no way sexy, zombie school girl and Quailman) and gleefully watched as KP brought our visions…