I need to air a grievance. It’s not that I don’t like Ashlee Simpson; her music is kind of catchy albeit mediocre and she looks rather cute after that rhinoplasty. And I’m not completely averted to Pete Wentz even though Fallout Boy kind of totally sucks. You know what? I actually don’t like Ashlee Simpson or Pete Wentz at all. Read More »

Here is a mantra by which I like to live my life: There is a difference between disorganized and disgusting; piles and loose papers are messy but at least they're germ-free, old food and bodily fluids are fucking nasty, I don't care how nicely your bed is made, you better clean that shit up. (OK, it's not that refined of a mantra. Read More »

It's another Photo of the Week, the feature where I try to compensate for shitty photos that didn't make Facebook by explaining them. Have I lost you already? 

So Halloween is over, and now I'm reflecting on the costume decisions of myself and others. In this meditation, I've come to three conclusions that are crucial in choosing your costume next year.  Read More »

Let me just preface this by saying that even though I’m about to ask you a series of questions to which I’d appreciate responses peppered with humor, this is NOT the same thing as Casey’s weekly questions. Capiche? Read More »

It’s the Bold Statement of the Week, almost guarunteed not to give you rabies. This week’s bold statement: advertising your product with little animals voiced by A-list celebrities. Read More »

Hi, everyone. Sorry for the blatant lapse in posting as of late. I've been feeling a little hoarse, the cause of which can be traced back to a few weeks ago when I attended a prom themed party and danced with a Gay named Milton. Sounds like a good story, huh? Read More »

It's another Photo of the Week, the visual accident I'll post from time to time at which you'll glance briefly, turn away with disinterest, and wonder why you even looked in the first place. This week's photo is entitled, "Close Your Mouth, Dana." Read More »

This is a poem I wrote based on an anecdote told by a very, very open professor. So it's not a result of my personal experience. But you know, I can't say I necessarily disagree with her.

Oh, how I loathe my thong
A'nestled deep within my bum,
I can't retrieve it out of there,
It chafes me when I run! Read More »

It’s so great to be back in the Bronx. I’ve moved into my apartment with five other girls, and everything is just ducky. But as you might expect, with so many females in one space, there needs to be some type of basic structure to prevent the estrogen from causing an urban sonic boom. Read More »

"Were you raised by a group of inbred lumberjacks?!" I exclaimed to the dungaree abomination standing in front of me, as she slipped into her jean jacket.

"No," my mother cocked her head in confusion, "why do you say that?" Read More »

The achievements of some great innovators can be traced back to the publications by which those revolutionaries were inspired. Stella McCartney grew up reading Vogue, predicting her destiny as a fashion designer. A young Warren Buffet kept his Wallstreet Journal in tow, leading him to a future of great wealth. Read More »

Of the many amateur hobbies I have, photography is one of my favorites. I realize that being forced to look at other peoples' rookie photography is the second worst thing ever, next to being forced to look at other peoples' poo. This, of course, is up for debate. Read More »

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As September approaches, I've started to think about how I'll miss the small town mentality and makeshift amusement of shoreline hoi polloi when I'm back in the city. But then Friday night occurred, and I realized that's all bullshit. If I spend much more time with my home friends, I am going to lose an eye or a limb. AT LEAST. Read More »

I know what you’re thinking: “A lady blogger? On PIC?? Read More »