My Advice for Having Your Mental Breakdown — We’ve all been in a scenario where we feel the need to just let out all the negative energy that usually points inward and causes us to self-destruct. I’ve been told by my tarot card reading friend that this is due to planetary alignment and obviously, she’s right. It’s the…

We’re getting down to the end of the year, and for most companies, this is when most people start using their sick days while they’re technically out of state, and Irish-exiting their company Christmas party. But this is also when most boards and executive teams are finalizing budgets for the…

I’m Sick of Seeing Your Heads in my Kitchen — Dear Fuckface, First things first: please put on pants! Secondly: if you go anywhere near my food while in your birthday suit, I reserve the right to castrate you. You are not my boyfriend, you aren’t even anyone I’m seeing. You are the latest in a long string of poor…

I am in two minds about writing this post — for one thing, I’m about to come across as super awful and judgemental…on the other hand, when I told my brother about it he told me I have to write it. So buckle up and prepare yourself for a story…

I recently took about a month off because it turns out my body is no longer capable of dealing with a rolled ankle and I didn’t want to take any chances. So I gave myself some time and wouldn’t let myself go for a run until I could walk to…

Or any event you’re trying to avoid… — I’m fairly self-aware. I‘m the first to acknowledge if I’m being bitchy, but I’m not at fault here. I’m not a bad person. This bride is a bad person. The entire industry of bachelorette weekends is a bad person. These used to be a one-night party the same weekend as…

If there is one thing you can count on my mother for, it is the ability to escalate everything to eleven. Some people get plastic surgery — she gets all of it. Some people experience a lawsuit once in their life (if ever) — she has been directly responsible for…

Before you ask, yes this is about the same coworker who called me “too much”. She’s back on my shit list, this time for a very simple reason…I met her. And whether she meant to or not, she really got me thinking on the disconnect between women in the same…

I exist in opposition. I’ve noticed that most of my writing here is either an outlandish story or some tirade about a problem in my head that I’m trying to work through. It usually involves some type of irrational anger at what someone has done, or a pattern of bad/incomprehensible…