Lately, I’ve been terrified to write anything in here. And it sucks, because I used to love writing in this space so much. When I really kept up with this blog, I wasn’t afraid of what I posted, because it really didn’t matter. I didn’t really worry about what anyone thought. Then, the last four … More Fear

Concrete Mazes

Randomly getting a job interview one day after applying can mean one of two things. 1. You are the shit. 2. This is a scam. I am hoping for the former than the latter. Being the good job applicant that I am, Vlad and I drove to this office building, in the rain, through Spaghetti … More Concrete Mazes


There’s something extremely organic about writing in pencil.  A real No. 2 pencil with an eraser feels innocent, legit and comforting. Writing with these pencils brings back warm memories and reminders of elementary school: the smells of crayons, paint, books and pencil shavings; the lighting; the vibrant, bright colors splashed all over the white brick; … More Pencils

It’s Alive

It was the first semi-warm day Atlanta had in quite some time. I was walking down the broken sidewalk (how cliché’!) in West Midtown, dodging the bums as I made my way toward my favorite hip little coffee shop. I could smell spring coming in the air. A little dampness and sweetness mixed into one … More It’s Alive

Just Be Nice

Even though you will hear me bitching constantly about Atlanta traffic, hidden deep inside of me, I feel the slightest bit of enjoyment while immersed in it, because believe it or not, it can be rather entertaining. I know I sound crazy, and I am sure you will see me driving down the streets of … More Just Be Nice

Birthday Bitches

I cannot even begin to imagine how hard it is to raise a child.  Having the responsibility of being the sole provider and mentor for a living thing for the rest of my life terrifies me.  Knowing I could accidentally kill it at any given moment makes me hesitant about having children. I also fear … More Birthday Bitches