Tweeters, I’ve reached my 140th character. I am willing to admit that I go back and read past columns quite frequently, and I am even more willing to admit that I laugh even more the second
The other day, I went to the restroom at work, entered a stall and immediately exited it. Right behind me was a janitor that I’ve come to love. She must have seen the horror in
I am hesitant to say that this is even old news because it wasn’t really ever news in the first place. Last week, Hall and Oates played at Temple – but they played separately. Oates got
Now, more than ever, I am clinging to Twitter. In life, we all need a rock, and Twitter is mine. If I could give Mother Nature a big sloppy kiss for making the erosion of
What’s a girl to do when she realizes her most rock bottom of dreams has already been done? I would go as far to say I have pined to be the star of a mediocre
Tweeters, I’ve done myself dirty. Some readers may call me a hypocrite. Others, who don’t know what that word means, may call me a liar. I ran my mouth about how stupid foursquare is, and
The other day I woke up, rolled over and a wave of regret came over me. We’ve all been there – what seems like an innocent change of sleeping positions turned into a terrifying realization
I didn’t want to write a column about Valentine’s Day. Sometimes I get sick of sounding like a miserable blob of a person, and if I wrote a column that was related to Valentine’s Day,
Tweeters, something serious has happened – I’m not talking about going a week without Internet in my apartment, though that was pretty serious. I, champion and advocate of cigarettes, am now an ex-smoker. Apparently, I
Through my pre-coffee morning eye crust, I managed to see something strange. An older woman looks over at me and says, “They’re like horses, huh?” as three girls, all wearing the same style of brown