Category Archives: My ghetto-fab life
Ladies Who [Are Out To] Lunch.
My 25th birthday was hallmarked by the rather terrifying realization that it’s finally happening. In a sort of “I still vaguely recall what to do with this tooth brush” kind of way, I am officially losing my mind. It became … Continue reading
Occupy Halloween. [Crayons Aren't Sexy.]
It is with morbid fascination and not a little exasperation every Halloween that I watch co-eds at UNC prance around in glorified doilies, making it impossible to determine whether they’re trying to get candy or Japanese business men. I blame … Continue reading
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Cover Me!
As much as I’m enjoying life at the frat house [read: my part time job at Summit], a recent gander at my bank account prompted a rather frenzied attempt to find a second job last week. Well, if I’m honest, … Continue reading
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See, What Had Happened Was…[Spilling the Beans.]
Sun-drenched mornings are meant to be orchestrated to the intoxicating tune of percolating coffee. Mornings beg for coffee. As do bagels. And oxygen. This morning was no different. I rolled off my mat on the floor and groggily stumbled into … Continue reading
Filed under My ghetto-fab life, Senegal
Fragments of My Imagination
There are just twenty-four days left in Dakar. My frazzled nerves and scattered mind have made it impossible to tell you just one cohesive story. Brace yourselves. It started with the laundry. I did laundry in the bathtub yesterday, and … Continue reading
