Albums of 2015

It's that time of year when I tell you about music I like as if you care. I become more and more noncommittal as I get older, so I'm not going to say these are the best albums of 2015, or the only ones I thought were good, but they are the ones that, for better or worse, I listened to the most.

Drake: If You're Reading This It's Too Late


Sufjan Stevens: Carrie & Lowell


The Weeknd: Beauty Behind The Madness


Laura Stevenson: Cocksure


 The Internet: Ego Death


All Dogs: Kicking Every Day


Joey Bada$$: B$.DA.$$


 Marian Hill: Sway


 Kendrick Lamar: To Pimp A Butterfly


Okay, I lied a little bit. I am VERY committed to Lady Lamb. My favorite album of the year is, without a doubt, After:

Things I learned this weekend: Chicago Edition

I had to get up real early for my flight on Saturday, which was especially difficult since I had slept for roughly 14 minutes the night before. I woke up at 2 in the morning to Boo attempting to break down our front door, and didn't fall back to sleep for hours. I don't know what he was trying to achieve, but he was definitely successful at annoying the shit out of me.

So cute though.

Needless to say, I was up in time for my flight. Good thing, too, since Google calendar was of no help to me this weekend. My flights had been automatically added to my calendar, but of course, they were in Eastern Standard Time. So, since booking my flight, I thought that I would be arriving in Chicago at 10 am (I arrived at 9), and that I would leave at 7 pm (I left at 6). This is because there are these things called time zones, and apparently Chicago is far enough away to be in a different one. Who knew? Luckily, I made it there and back without a problem.

Shortly after I arrived, I went out to brunch with my friends/hosts where I ordered breakfast nachos. Technically, they were called chilaquiles, but I'm white, so I'm appropriating them for you. Did you know that there is a bounty of delicious Mexican food in Chicago? That's the second thing I learned this weekend. The first being time zones.  Surprisingly, I did not any eat any deep dish pizza nor hot dogs while I was there. But I did drink a ton of delicious beer, and that's what's important.

On Saturday night, my friend and I went to see a show at Second City. It was hilarious and edgy, but it wasn't actually improv, as I had hoped.  Now that I'm, like, a professional improviser (read: I pay hundreds of dollars to take classes on how to LARP in front of an audience), I want to see improv everywhere.  Regardless, the show was very well done and actually professional.

On Sunday night, I went to WGCI's Big Jam, which featured a number of artists including Meek Mill, Kendrick Lamar, and Monica - as in, The Boy is Mine, Monica. Truthfully, I didn't know she still existed, but she put on a great performance. I was going to riot if she didn't sing "Angel of Mine", so thankfully she did.

Speaking of almost rioting, WGCI DJs kept telling the crowd to tweet at them for a chance to see their tweets on the jumbo-tron. It is an absolute travesty that this was one was not chosen:

For those of you who don't know, Yazz is a rapper (and also a type of birth control).  And that tweet is a lie. I was just being modest.

Anyway, I was pretty surprised that so many people cared about Meek Mill and more surprised that so few people stayed to see Kendrick Lamar. Then again, I was also no less than a decade older than everyone around me, so maybe I don't know what's cool anymore. Related: I sat down for most of the show.

After such a big night out, I took it easy the next day, exploring Chicago on my own. I spent most of the day at the Art Institute of Chicago, which is impressive since I don't really care about art. Here's a selection of my favorite pieces:

I call this one "Playa, please."

I call this one, "Beetlejuice".

I call this one "One Night Stand" because it looks like the guy has quietly gathered up his clothing and is surreptitiously trying to ghost before she wakes up.

I call this one, "Stephen Hawking".  

This one is legitimately called "Woman", which gives me the sense that Miro was probably not a feminist. 

This one would make a perfect welcome mat.

I spent the rest of my time eating donuts and wandering around different parts of the city. I guess I looked pretty comfortable because three people came up to me on the street to ask me for directions. It made me realize that, next time someone does that to me in Boston, I can just lie and say, "I'm not from around here," and they'll leave me alone. #NewEnglandHospitality

Til next time, Chicago!

A picture is worth 140 characters.

Yesterday, I went for a 9 mile walk because fall. Look at this motherfucking foliage!

While I was walking for literal hours, I thought about all the things I could write about when I finally resurrected my blog. Less than 24 hours later, I have forgotten every one of those things. Maybe because at the end of those 9 miles there was this (x3):

Anyway, how the fuck have you guys been? I'm asking as if you have all been waiting with bated breath for me to show back up on here. I kind of feel like blogs are a dying medium, but that's just because I'm self-centered, and since I barely write or read them anymore, I assume no one else does either. Everyone's like, just show me a picture, I have no time for words!!!!!!!

On that note,  I went to Mindy Kaling's book signing at the Brookline Booksmith a few weeks ago. It was a very rushed, impersonal experience. I was really disappointed, and I blame the instagram generation for that. I basically had 30 seconds to squat and pose for a picture while she scribbled her signature in my copy of Why Not Me? (which is great, and you should read it). I felt like I just had waited in line at Disney World to get Mickey Mouse's autograph. No disrespect to Mindy. I'm not criticizing her. I can't imagine being famous and having to meet hundreds of strangers in less than 2 hours (except that I'd love that. Come on guys, line up to tell me you love me!). I am sure she was just doing exactly what she was expected to do. She and the bookstore were giving people what they wanted: these days, people care more about getting a picture taken than having an experience. But I would have rather had a 30 second conversation with Mindy than a photo and generically signed book.

We do look great together, though.

Last weekend, I went to a CLUB and wore heels and drank vodka and grinded with strangers to some dope ass beats, and I had the most fun I've had in probably years. And you know what? I have not one picture to show for it. That's because I was having too good of a time to stop and take out my phone.

Of course, I was also having a great time the next morning while eating this McDonald's breakfast sandwich and I definitely made sure to take a picture of it:

MCDONALD'S BREAKFAST ALL DAY. I've waited my whole life for this.

People I think deserve to go to hell.

• People who feed birds.
• People who play games on their phone with the sound on.
• People who leave their hair on the shower wall in the locker room.
• People who get onto the subway before anyone has gotten off.
• People who think their bag is more worthy of a bus seat than another human being.
• Men who stretch their fucking legs out while sitting on the train like they're at the gynecologist.
• Most people on public transportation.
• People who put the toilet paper roll on top of the holder instead of inside it.
• People who stand close enough behind you in line that you can feel them breathing on you.
• Women who ask you how many calories are in the cookie you're eating.
• People who listen to Pitbull.
• Most of the members of the Night's Watch.

State of the Uterus

After some number of years on the Nuvaring, I decided to change my birth control. This will disappoint many as the Nuvaring has been a critical part of my stand up act. People love hearing about my Nuvaring, you guys. One comic even said he'd like to chew on it. Please note: Nuvarings are NOT CHEWABLE. That is very important.

It's not that I didn't like the Nuvaring; it's just that having to think about birth control even only once a month is very difficult for a disorganized mess like me. So, I decided to get an IUD.

Maybe you're thinking, Why is she talking about her birth control on the internet ? Or, more likely, Why does she even need to be on birth control - doesn't she have a cat? 

These are reasonable questions. I only have an answer to the first.

Before getting my IUD, I stupidly decided to do some "research" on the internet, which sent me on a downward emotional spiral. I literally cried in the shower before my appointment, terrified that I was going to die that day, spread-eagle in the stirrups at my gynecologist.

Spoiler alert: I did not die. But what a way to go, right?!

Anyway, the reason I'm talking about my birth control on the internet is because I hope that some anxiety-ridden girl, scouring the web at 1:30 am, will find this post and know that at least one person had a positive experience.

The worst part about getting an IUD was the panic I felt while reading about it on the internet.

I'm not going to tell you it was painless. But I am going to tell you that the procedure lasts approximately 35 seconds. Just breathe and say to yourself, "I HAVE A UTERUS OF STEEL," and you'll be fine.

Then, go out and get yourself some ibuprofen and a sleeve of Reese's peanut butter cups. Eat the whole sleeve. Take a nap. Enjoy your 5 years of sterilization*.

#ThanksObama

*Disclaimer: IUDs do not actually cause sterilization. For more information about IUDs, please consult the internet...

Things I learned this weekend

• I finally saw Jurassic Park, the original, 20 years later.
• It was great, not considering the fact that the audio was so bad I had to put on closed captioning.

• Also, my apartment smelled weird that night so I spent most of the movie telling my friend, Kyle, that I was going to die in my sleep from chemical poisoning.
• He loves watching movies with me. In high school, we saw LOTR together, during which I asked him what the difference between Sauron and Saruman was and then he didn't talk to me for 7 years. 
• If Mad Max is the baseline for feminist entertainment, then I would say Jurassic Park is pretty feminist -- that one woman makes some remark about sexism in survival situations and then that girl saves the day using her computer-hacking skillz.  Plus, all the dinosaurs were bad-ass bitches.

• I'm not good at paying attention so I actually don't know anyone's name in that movie and called every character "John".
• You're never too old to hit a pinata in a park, with your adult friends, while an actual little girl jealously watches in the distance.

• My 29th birthday party was the best party ever (not including that time I had actual ponies and not just a My Little Pony pinata).
• My weekend was awesome until George RR Martin showed up and ruined everything.
• I cried harder for Jon Snow than any guy I've ever actually dated in real life.
• Because I'm a firm believer in magic, I do think he'll come back to life in some form, but I just hope that everyone else dies. Except for the dragons. And the wolves. I hope they both rule the throne. I hope everyone else dies and it's just a magical animal kingdom. BYE, GEORGE.
• Since my "friends" let me watch Game of Thrones ALONE last night, I had to tell the computer my feelings:

Things I learned this weekend.

• Stand-up comedy is hard because you have to keep coming up with new material.
• There are only so many ways I can talk about my vagina.
• Babies are kind of cute sometimes.

• Their heads weigh at least 200 lbs, though.
• And that head comes out of someone's vagina!!!!!!!!!

• I'm always talking about vaginas. Vaginae? Help me out.
• Cats and dragons are so similar. I just want to be in mothers' support group with Danaerys.

• My phone autocorrects to capslock when I talk about dragons.
• I have to give Boo metamucil now. He is more and more like his mother every day.
• If Mad Max made you interested in feminist entertainment, then you should be watching Masters of Sex.
• Virginia Johnson is my new hero. 

Caitlyn Jenner

The overwhelmingly positive support for Caitlyn Jenner makes me hopeful. But since I'm a blogger, I found something negative to complain about. Yesterday, I overheard a conversation about Caitlyn's transition that riled me up (which is easy to do, if you know me at all). Some of the things I heard were:

"Why does he have to be a sexy woman? Why can't he just be a woman?"

Why can't you just eat a cookie and not tell everyone how bad you feel about yourself afterwards? Same reason. Women, whether they be trans-women or not, are held to unreasonable expectations of beauty. That is part of the reason you not-so-quietly talk about your weight and your diet and how your clothes fit and what your hair looks like to everyone in the office and sometimes even strangers. That is why women are sexed up on the covers of magazines. That is why none of us can just be a woman. So, of course, because Caitlyn Jenner is a woman, she will be treated like one. This is something to applaud and also to examine critically. Gender identity is tied to gender equality. Let's not forget that at the very end of the 2020 interview, Diane Sawyer quoted one of Jenner's former Olympic competitors, saying that he supported Jenner, "but wait, does that mean I was beat by a girl?" LOL, right?

"Why can't he just do it quietly?"

Well first of all, why can't you do anything quietly?  I ask myself that question every day when I'm sitting in my office listening to you complain about how busy you are as you online shop. Second of all, Caitlyn Jenner deserves much praise for not transitioning quietly, for helping to revolutionize how we treat and talk about transgender people and gender in general. Way to go, Caitlyn. What are you doing to change the world?

Things I learned this weekend

• I make bomb-ass pancakes [for one].

Recipe here.

• Make sure to check all your burners before you leave the house, because you might accidentally leave one on and then your whole apartment will smell of gas when you get home.
• Boo can survive a 12-hour gas leak but having to sit on our front stoop for an hour while we wait for National Grid to show up causes him to panic.
• Friday night was a lot of fun.
• I've officially [barely] survived living alone for one year.
• You can swim in the Charles River, just make sure you don't touch the sediment. 

• I finally watched the Bruce Jenner 20/20 special. My favorite part was at the very end when Bruce's former Olympic competitor wrote in to express his support for Bruce and then ~joked~, "Wait, so I was beat by a girl?" It was so funny! And it really showed how far we've come when talking about gender.

• Game of Thrones blew my mind last night. Daenerys + Tyrion 4-eva. 
• I think it's a bummer that zombies can't come back and just, like, hang out with their friends.
• Zombies can't swim. Or can they?

All the Single Ladies Pancakes

If you have been reading my blog, or been in my presence for 45 seconds, you know I'm single and living [the dream] alone. My weekend routine consists of waking up with my cat wrapped around my head, reading a book, and drinking some dope ass coffee.

I usually like to follow that up with a decadent breakfast-for-one. After lots of experimenting, I've come up with a  single-serving pancake recipe that you should try, if you're ever alone and in need of carbs. There are tons of these recipes around the internet, but I think mine is the best. (This attitude is why blogs exist.)

1/4 cup of whatever kind of flour you have -- you want to use whole wheat? go the fuck ahead. 

1/4 tsp baking powder

1/4 tsp baking soda

dash of salt

dash of cinamon (this CANNOT be overlooked)

1 egg

1/4 cup milk

1 tsp-ish of vanilla

1 tsp-ish of oil (i use vegetable because I'm not an elitist)

All the blueberries left in your refrigerator

Mix all this shit in one bowl. You can separate dry and wet ingredients, if you want, if you're high maintanence, or if you have a dishwasher. I don't care! 

Ladle the batter onto a heated pan. Ladling ensures equal distribution of blueberries. 

Flip them. Do I really to explain this? You guys know how to make pancakes, right? 

Good. Enjoy.

Katie Que&A

Dear Katie Qué&A,

How do I get my coworker to stop telling me about her baby?

Frustratedly,
Chafed-about-children in Charlestown

Dear Chafed, 

I know how you feel. As someone who doesn't care about babies, it's hard to know what to say when people show you pictures of one.  I usually go with something generic like, "Oh! It looks like a baby!" If that doesn't work, I recommend flooding her with pictures of something you take care of, like a plant, or your physical health. Did you have a good BM today? Tell her about it! I'm sure you've heard about her baby's adorable accidents at least once or twice. Say something like, "OMG, my poo was so runny today." That way, you'll either scare her off, or find someone to talk about your bowel movements with, and truthfully, isn't that all any of us really wants?

All backed up,

Katie Qué

P.S. Look at how perfect my cat is!

SIMPLY STUNNING.

Mad Max

I saw Mad Max this weekend. I realized afterwards that having not seen the previous Mad Max movies tainted my experience. Truthfully, I didn't love the movie. SORRY EVERYONE. One of the things I like most about dystopias is learning how humanity destroyed the world. There wasn't much of that in the movie, since apparently it was covered previously in the series. I thought this was a remake. I don't know anything about movies, you guys.

I also really wanted to see some bad-ass, futuristic animals, but there were none of those either. So many better dystopias out there, you guys. So many.

For example.

Or maybe I didn't like it because all women hate action movies! When are Mad Max and Imperator Furiosa going to fall in love??!?!  Just kidding, actually, my favorite part of the movie was their not falling in love. [ACTUALLY, my favorite part of the movie was when I got carded to buy a ticket. I look under 17, you guys. I feel infantile and it's amazing.]

Obviously, I went to see the movie because I heard of its "overt feminist agenda" that men's rights activists are all riled up about. (I told my friend, Kyle, this, and he responded, "Men's rights activists? That's actually a thing?" Bless his heart.) If "overt feminist agenda" means showing men and women in equal roles, then thank god for feminism, right? It was refreshing to see a dominant female character, but still, I never felt like women prevailed over men. In fact, everything sucked for pretty much everyone, equally. Maybe that's the danger of feminism! We're all going to end up thirsty in a desert and it's all women's fault! Or something.  I honestly really don't know what people were upset about.

Then again, there was that once scene where Max handed a gun over to Imperator to do the shooting and I felt every man's penis retract into his body at that moment. World domination is around the corner, ladies!

But until then, make sure the government is okay with your contraception choice.

Update on Boo

He's fine, just $300 poorer, if you consider him part of my family income, which you should not because he's a deadbeat who doesn't contribute shit. On that note, I'm worried about his seemingly addictive personality. He not only doesn't mind taking medicine, he actually begs me for it. He finds the bag of drugs and tries to pull out the syringes on his own. This is how it starts. MY CAT'S ADDICTED TO DRUGS, YOU GUYS.

[This is probably not a funny joke on account of the fact that opiate addiction is a seriously problem, but, hey, when has political correctness ever gotten in the way of my blog?]

Speaking of medically induced addictions (?), a doctor from my hometown was recently indicted for illegally prescribing opiates. On the same day, a school bus driver in my town was arrested for drunk driving. Cape Cod is so classy! Just the vacation getaway you've always dreamed about.

Anyway, back to Boo. You know I don't like to make judgments about one's sexual history, but I can't help but think his promiscuity has something to do with this UTI.

Then

Now

Opiate addiction. Sex addiction. This is what happens when you find your pet on the streets!

I'm sorry for this post. 

Ballin' on a budget, or just being on one.

I'd like to pay off my student loans before I die. Or go on a vacation for more than 4 days. Or upgrade the furniture I've had since 5th grade. So I've been very conscientiously trying to save money lately. Thankfully, I'm in a position where I have the opportunity to do so, but it has meant cutting expenses and being more thoughtful about how I spend my money. In other words,  I can no longer justify spending $19 on brunch when I can make something way better for approximately $2.65 in my own kitchen.

On that note, I just need to say that I kind of hate brunch, you guys. I know that is a dramatically unpopular opinion among people in my demographic -- 20-something women fucking live for brunch. But, like, an egg costs 25 cents or less, people, and that's really all I can think about every time I'm sitting around with my friends drinking a basically-just-orange-juice mimosa.

Here are some ways I've saved money over the past few months:

Socialized on a dime. My go-to social activity has always been eating and drinking, but as I said, brunch and really most meals out are disappointing. If I'm going to drop mad cash on food it better be amazing. (Note: I did just that at Oleana the other week and it fulfilled all my hopes and dreams. Go there.)  Of course, food is still critically important to me, so I've been inviting people over for dinner instead. Or, when it's warm out, we'll surreptitiously sip wine together in public parks. Who doesn't like a little danger, right? The point is, spend time with your friends, not money.

Quit my gym. Again. For real this time. I've been a member of every gym in Boston, I'm pretty sure, because I've always "valued fitness" (aka stressed out about my weight). But then I realized that spending $75 a month on something that has, when I really think about it, not made me feel any better about myself, is a pretty big waste of money. Plus, I can go to the gym at work for free. It might be a little ghetto, but who cares?  If it's really just about being healthy, then I don't need fancy equipment, or "free" towels, or a spin instructor's unsolicited opinion on nutrition.

Cooked. A lot. The trick to eating well on a budget is eating like a immigrant. I'm talking beans and grains, people. It's also spending an hour or two on Sunday making a bunch of food and portioning it out for the week. (Warning: when you're single and/or live alone, this means eating the same thing every day, so make sure you make something fucking delicious or you're going to hate your life come Wednesday.) If what I cook matters to you at all, follow me on instagram.

Convinced AT&T that after 12 years of being a customer, they should probably lower my phone bill, especially since I don't even use it. This is 2015 -- who talks on the phone anymore? Also, I don't understand the economics of the internet. Like what the fuck am I even paying for anyway? Someone please explain this to me.

Started using budgetsimple.com. I had been a long-time user of mint.com until my bank stopped allowing me to sync my account information for security reasons. I figured that was probably a  sign I should stop using their service (even though I am the ideal citizen, who will generally sacrifice all my privacy for convenience). So, I transitioned to a completely free, completely manual app. I have to input all of my spending, which obviously is time consuming, but it's probably the best way to actually stay on a budget because you're conscious of what you're spending your money on. Like $19 on eggs benedict, for example.

Of course, the best way to save money is to earn more of it, which is why I really need to start charging you guys to read my blog. That, or start freelance writing. SOMEBODY HIRE ME. I CAN DO STUFF.

Things I learned this weekend

• It's during your last class of improv that you realize you love improv.
• There is an ACTUAL DIREWOLF at the Harvard Museum of Natural History.

• I think it would have been, like, pretty cool to live during the paleolithic era, but also most likely deadly.
• And by paleolithic, I mean one who collects stamps.
• That is a quote from a very old SNL sketch.
• I pretty much feel nothing when I see a baby, but show me a kitten and my womb starts to BURN.

• Boo and I have at least one thing in common -- having to rush to the hospital in the middle of the night because of a UTI.
• And yet neither of us ever has sex.
• IT IS A CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD WE LIVE IN.
• But really, the animal hospital is one of the saddest places to be at 3 in the morning. I witnessed two sets of pet parents come in with their animal and leave without it.
• Boo has a very expensive penis. I said that to the woman behind the counter at the animal hospital and her response was, "Typical."

"Is it because I hump this blanket?"

• HBO must have a rape clause that requires unnecessary rape scenes be added to television shows.
• Seriously, though, what was the point of the final scene in last night's episode of GOT? Did the directors think we weren't sure if Ramsay was a dick or not? IT'S BEEN PRETTY CLEAR, GUYS. I don't think anyone was like, "Oh, maybe he's just a really a nice guy deep down" and needed that scene to see otherwise.

No good deed.

I spent my evening last night handing out coffee and donuts to students taking and/or studying for finals. It was greatly appreciated by most of the students who stopped by my table, and I felt good doing something nice for them. I mean, I know first-hand how essential carbs are to academic success (that's why I gained so much weight in college). But, then, some "law school student" showed up and quickly ruined my night.

It started out okay. He and the woman he was with talked about how excited they were for commencement. I was excited for them, too. Then, they starting talking about how they went to a masquerade ball hosted by the university and everything went down hill from there. Law Bro quickly whipped out his phone to show us pictures of himself and his three dates... because he is so amazing that he carries three women around with him. This reminded him of his experience "representing" playboy bunnies, which he proved by showing us pictures of himself with more women. Isn't he so cool, you guys?

I very rapidly and instinctively looked away and started a conversation with someone else while my male coworker jumped in to talk to Law Bro. This offended Law Bro. Oh, you're not impressed? Well I don't want to talk to you anyway.

At that point I tried very hard to ignore him but he got louder and louder, name dropping all the people he's "represented" including, but not limited to, Mark Wahlberg and Slash. I probably don't know who Slash is, though, because I probably just watch Desperate Housewives. Or maybe he said Real Housewives. Either way, I continued to ignore him while screaming in my head.  Little do you know, I don't even have cable, mother fucker, so suck on that. 

Overall, it was a pretty horrific display of insecurity thinly masked by aggressive pomposity, and I was just a bitch for not being impressed by it. In fact, I was "just like every other woman" he knows. I can't imagine why that would be.

On living alone.

Truly, living alone is the best thing I've ever done for myself. I wake up [almost] every morning feeling ~too blessed to be stressed~. However, there are some occasional moments when I really wish I had a roommate, friendly neighbor, boyfriend (???) to help me live. These moments include:

• When the smoke alarm goes off at 5 in the morning because I have to change the batteries for the THIRD TIME in less than a year. This is not normal, right? 
• When the smoke alarm is too high to reach, even when I stand on a chair.
• When I fall off that chair, and acquire a bruise that has lasted over 1 week and makes me look like TRAILER TRASH.
• When I make myself a casual bacon and blueberry pancake-for-one breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning and set off the M-F smoke alarm that I STILL CAN'T REACH AND WAVING A BROOM DOESN'T HELP EITHER AND I'M REALLY SORRY, NEIGHBORS, BUT YOU SHOULD GET SOME EARPLUGS.
• Fuck smoke alarms*, for real.
• When it suddenly becomes 97 degrees in Boston and I can't put my air conditioner in on my own without killing myself and/or whomever may be standing below my window, most likely one of the drunk homeless people who spend all day smoking cigarettes in my courtyard.
• Basically whenever I have to reach or lift things. 
• After I get off the phone with AT&T "customer support" and sink into a deep, rage-filled depression.
• And, of course, all those times I'm feeling wicked sexy:

Amen.

*Editor's note: In college, I owned a cell phone that required me to name all my alarms. In other words, whenever my alarm went off, a message also appeared on the screen. I'll never forget the time I went on vacation with my friend's family and her dad woke up to my phone ringing and flashing the words "FUCK ALARMS". 

Miss me?

Oh hey, you guys. Here I am.

You may or may not have noticed that I haven't blogged in a while. It's not that I haven't had experiences worth writing about; it's just that I am increasingly more lazy every day. I've channeled the little energy I have into writing jokes that I keep to myself, hidden on the Notepad app on my iPhone. Occasionally, I share those jokes with small groups of strangers, in small spaces, late at night, usually on Wednesdays.

Here are some other things I've done over the past few months:

• Ran into Robert Kraft in DC:

• Practiced magic:

• Sat on the beach:

• Sat in my apartment (a lot).
• Read books:

• Ate donuts every Friday.
• Tried to stay away from facebook because it's full of shit like this:

What the actual fuck?

• Played games at Improv Boston:

• Nearly threw up from laughing at North Coast:

• Basked in the glory of Spring in Boston

• Went on the scariest date of my life.
• Quit dating for the 1 millionth time.
• Took selfies with my cat:

• Assembled furniture, while drunk, at midnight.
• Fell off a chair at 5 in the morning trying to fix my smoke alarm.
• Recognized that I could literally die alone.

Maybe I'll write about one of these things in more detail sometime soon. Maybe I wont. Maybe I should officially retire from blogging. You tell me.