Sometimes I have no idea what I want to write about on any given week. Sometimes, I know all week what I am going to write about on Friday. And sometimes, like this week, I have a couple of topics that I want to touch on, but none of them are hearty enough to stand
By someone who’s definitely not lactose intolerant but would risk it anyway Don’t ask me how I know, but July 25th is National Ice Cream Sundae Day, which means it’s the one day a year when it’s socially acceptable to have your entire daily calorie intake served in a bowl, covered in chocolate syrup and
I am not emotionally prepared to say goodbye to summer. The long days, the late nights, the obscene amount of ice cream I have ingested recently — it’s all been a dream. That said, reality (and algebra) is looming, and it might be time to start reeling in that “stay-up-till-2-a.m.-watching-random-YouTube-videos” sleep schedule. Let’s be honest:
Ah, July. The month where your car becomes a sauna, the deodorant of those around you is tested hourly, and the dog refuses to go outside unless bribed (but also refuses to come back inside unless bribed. Having dogs is a weird dynamic). But it’s also National Watermelon Month, and that’s something worth celebrating —
As I’m writing this, it’s Friday, June 27th. And y’all. It’s been a week. I could use several expletives to describe the weather this week, most of which include references to the devil and the home in which he lives. We have also been on the struggle bus as far as technology is concerned in
Allegedly…It’s summer. I guess? Maybe? IDK. As of me writing this, it’s like 75°, and raining — again. But I hear that by the time you read this, it’s going to be 97° and sunny. But then again, depending on when you get the paper, it may be raining — again. No matter the weather,
