chronicled

This blog has been a journal for me. Never really shared with anyone other than a couple close friends, it's something I used to vent. W...

I'll probably die alone. with my cats. and career accomplishments. My nights will be spent working late, going to networking events,...

I'm sorry, I won't be joining you this weekend. I can't go out with you gals tonight. No thanks, I don't need a glass of win...

Welcome, 2012. I'm happy to see you. You see, 2011 was a rough year. The first 8 months seriously tested me. My patience. My strength....

We all have it. Baggage. Y ou've been left with it from your last relationship. you're holding onto it and just cannot let it go. ...

I want to live in a loft in St. Paul. With exposed brick. And a cute coffee maker. And my cats. With Mears Park outside of my windows. And...

not to say I've been dating, but I did have a couple dates with a boy man and being the smart and internet sleathly girl I am, it didn...

I'm dizzy from the shopping malls I searched for joy, but I bought it all It doesn't help the hunger pains and a thirst I'd have...