Turns out there is no magic pill. I guess...I'm the magic pill? THAT IS A TERRIBLE REVELATION.
“It’s not that I want to kill myself,” I said to my therapist after 3 months. “It’s that I keep thinking how surprised everyone will be when I do.”
I like to think of myself as an adventurous person, who cheerily goes new places and explores unfamiliar experiences with zeal. But this is totally a lie.

Mar 25, 2014 at 3:00pm | 118 comments

Sure, I was passionate and motivated, but I suspect I was also a little "scary."
Dance like no one is watching. Even though they definitely are, and they are definitely judging you, and ohmygodIcantbreathe.
What is wrong with me? Am I sabotaging myself into a three-hour RMV wait as a form of punishment for putting it off? Do I perhaps think I’m too good for a valid driver’s license or clean teeth?
I wish more kids would leave the most oppressive setting they’ll likely face in their lifetime, and realize that life really starts after high school.
Like the end of a relationship, losing my love of food has been kind of heartbreaking.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not, contrary to popular belief, a simple affinity for neatness and tidiness. It runs much deeper.
music festivals
I suffer from claustrophobia and history of an array of anxiety disorders, even typing about being caught in some sort of mosh pit is making me anxious.
Life can't always be a vacation, but it does it have to feel like this?
If you can handle a rat in your kitchen, you can handle anything, right?

Aug 14, 2013 at 1:00pm | 126 comments

OR: How I bought "The Ultimate Folding Tool" and it really did help me sleep better at night.
looking good
Apparently, you can't possibly have real problems if you're attractive.
I received several emails after I wrote about how to reduce stress. They were all the same: I want more, please!

Jun 14, 2013 at 11:00am | 30 comments

ex boyfriends
Sometimes when you’re feeling a little lost, a little self-destructive and in dire need of a clean slate, you kind of just need to sleep with your ex boyfriend.
panic attacks
Panic attacks aren't fun. But they can be funny.

Apr 17, 2013 at 2:00pm | 119 comments

As soon as I start to feel real good, my brain goes on some self-hating, orgasm-thwarting monologue about how my partner is probably bored out of their mind.

Apr 4, 2013 at 3:00pm | 64 comments

janeane garofalo
SINCE I’M NOT GETTING ANYWHERE with all this sharing of emotions stuff, I’ll just go ahead and tell you about my weekend with Janeane Garofalo at the Arlington Drafthouse.
the gym
Because I sure as shit don't.

Jan 7, 2013 at 5:00pm | 136 comments