I’ve been cleaning a lot lately. Well, I cleaned the tub twice in two weeks, which is a lot for me. I’ve been doing laundry, including folding that shit and putting it away. I even vacuumed yesterday. I can count on one hand the number of times I vacuumed in my old apartment (my former…… Continue reading Two is the loneliest number
Finally, all those years of online dating are paying off (they technically paid off when I met Bogart, of course, but now I can put those skills to some sort of practical use)! I am apartment hunting. Technically we are apartment hunting, but I’m the one with the quasi-normal schedule, and I’m a bit controlling of…… Continue reading Home is where the heart is
‘Dry January, you’re still doing that? That must be really tough for you.’ Apparently, I’ve managed to get a reputation as a bit of a drinker, although I have no idea how that happened. The thought of a month off began as just a tiny whisper at my birthday dinner. One of my best friends works…… Continue reading Drink up
Despite my now normal/boring blog/life, I have managed to fit in a few tiny patented Steph Freak Outs™ over the past couple of weeks. After Bogart and I made it Facebook Official (it’s impossible to type those words without feeling like a 12-year-old, by the by), the world went a bit bonkers. Not only did…… Continue reading Get freaky
Last Thursday saw a flurry of activity in the name of the blog. I haven’t decided if I do stupid shit ‘for the blog,’ or if I use this as an excuse to do stupid shit. Regardless, it happens and you get to read it. You are welcome. I didn’t think I had many of these…… Continue reading Throwback (bottles) Thursday
I make a lot of lists and I go on a lot of dates. These are both true facts. Because of this, when a friend texted me for help coming up with a ‘cute date,’ all I had to do was open up my trusty Wunderlist app and share my ‘Date Ideas’ list with her.…… Continue reading To-do list
I was hanging out on the stoop with Tindude™ on Monday night, drinking as usual. We’re in that early get-to-know-you stage where I still seem normal and sweet (he’s going to see this blog eventually, so it’s not like I can hide the scary shit forever), but time + wine + my penchant for talking toodamnmuch…… Continue reading Pack your bags
I’ve never been very good at pretending everything is okay when it isn’t. Acting isn’t my strong suit (as anyone who saw me in my high school play can attest), and I wear my emotions on my sleeves, pants, shoes; my entire outfit and coordinating accessories are made up entirely of feelings (note to self: make…… Continue reading A play in one act
