Every year, I eat two thanksgiving dinners. Not trying to brag, in fact, I’ve dubbed the week after thanksgiving my ‘anything but jeans’ week (just a cuter way of saying I’m only wearing sweatpants. 411 more words
Tags » The Sweet Life
The other night I was doing my homework and I heard the doorbell ring. Then it rang again. And again.
I heard my Dad’s footsteps, the door open, and him say in a jovial tone,“I’ll go get my wallet.” It was at this point I jumped out of my chair, grabbed my wallet, and went to the door. 395 more words
I want to start by saying two things:
1) I am 20 years old and I read O, The Oprah Magazine and I think it gives way better advice than Cosmopolitan. 627 more words
Picture this: you’re ordering your drink of choice at Parlour Coffee, when your eyes hone in on a freshly made plate of donuts. Your face opens up, a smile spreads like butter on toast, and you say – either out loud or in your head – “ooooh doughnuts.” (Think like Homer from The Simpsons). 752 more words