January 10, 2013

Published on The Billfold!

My stepdad keeps threatening to kill my mom and I wrote about it. This isn’t the first time he’s made death threats, but it is the first time anyone has talked about it outside our house. Womp womp. Sorry, Mom. (I’m not really sorry.)


January 5, 2013

Saturday e-piphany.

I’ve gotten really into making to-do lists and putting things on my Google calendar and then sharing the mundane details with my boyfriend or my friend Eve, who probably don’t really look at them but haven’t asked me to stop forwarding the details along so I keep doing it. I can’t remember why I picked up this habit but I’m glad did because I realized that if I write something down, I won’t put off doing it/neglect to do it at all. I also realized that if I show my lists to my boyfriend or Eve, I’ll feel more accountable – even though neither one of them could give two shits whether I attend this new Tuesday weightlifting class at my gym or whatever stupid thing I tell them I want to do. This idea of publicizing your goals for motivational purposes isn’t a new one, but it’s something I’m finally seeing the value in and now I’m finally doing things I’ve always secretly wanted to do. I’m sure some of that has to do with getting more self-confidence or something too, but who knows.

The only thing I keep putting on my to-do list but not doing is regularly updating this blog. Like, I just put an “update blog” time slot on my Google calendar and then groaned and deleted it. I don’t know, but every time I think about filling this thing with info about my day-to-day, I get exhausted. But I can’t stop obsessing over the fact that I’m not writing about my day-to-day in here because I kept a blog through all of high school and college that I updated constantly with deeply personal insights for all my friends (and “friends”) to read. It was really important to me that I document every detail about everything so I never forgot. Then I fell off it because I graduated college and became so depressed I couldn’t do anything, and once I pulled out of that dark place, I wasn’t interested in blogging anymore.

And I think that’s what I’m beating myself up over: the fact that I’m turning into a less sentimental person. Or rather, I’m turning into someone who no longer sees the value in saving and savoring every little memory, every inside joke, in a little text box in cyberspace. Maybe this is me maturing, or me being less depressed, and is a good thing, but I still don’t like it.

December 29, 2012

Published on Thought Catalog!

Talkin’ ’bout myself again. This time: anal sex! Or rather, how to not have it, because I don’t know.

I’m updating my blog from my office because the trackpad on my Macbook broke and I had a little bit of work due. My deadline was 5pm Friday, which I totally thought I was ahead of because I had no idea it was the weekend until the rest of the world was way into Saturday. I was skipping to the office like, “La la la, I’m working even though I’m still on vacation, I’m so good at my job, look at me go, give me a raise, la la la,” and then boom, jay kay, it’s actually Saturday and I missed my deadline by 18 hours. A for effort?

Anyway, I smoked a lot of pot over my Christmas break. I also didn’t check my phone, though not by choice, but because there is no cell service where my boyfriend’s folks live in Camp Meeker, which sounds like a made up place but it’s actually a town in Sonoma County that’s so small all they have is a volunteer fire station and a “welcome” banner that makes it feel like you’re going to an actual summer camp. So yes, I feel like I’ve been in Lala Land the past week and I am still not 100% sure what day it is. Writing this article for Thought Catalog is the only quasi-productive thing I did.

December 18, 2012

Dispatches from Ventura: Barnes & Noble edition

Maile is patiently waiting for me to wrap up some work with a copy of Happy Birthday Bad Kitty while we camp out in the children’s section. We both hate the white mother scream-reading to her adopted Asian child next to us.

Photo on 2012-12-18 at 15.27 #3

December 6, 2012

Meta (no) filter.


The internet is a dark place. Let’s keep it that way.

December 5, 2012

A Gchat snapshot in which Alexis and I share our after-work plans.


Stay tuned for her forthcoming home décor craft blog.

November 30, 2012




Nope, not too early! See you in one hour, bottle of editor-only whiskey Vivek hides in his desk.

November 26, 2012

A title for my future memoir, perhaps.

A couple of my coworkers and I have been working on a presentation (due EOD today) for literally three weeks and this is all we have:

Title by me, subtitle by Vivek Srivastava. Good work, team.

November 20, 2012

Don’t ask me any questions about anything ever.

I don’t have the answer to anything. Secret’s out. (Was it ever in? Can a secret even be “in”? I don’t know anything about that either.)

November 16, 2012

Reason To Be Depressed No.1: It’s Raining

I’d groan too, but it’s too cold and my coffee burned my tongue. Let’s all go home.