I might be a little high on vitamin D right now, but I’m bouncing up and down on my kitchen stool while I think about all the things I want to do in New York now that spring is almost here. (I also just got my legs waxed, so sitting

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,

Not to sound like the narrator on a commercial for some kind of cheesy, third-rate family amusement park (the kind who can’t even afford licensing for real cartoon characters), but there really is something for everyone at Glasslands Gallery. It’s the kind of place where you an meet dudes’ in

Who doesn’t love the few occasions where you’re allowed to chuck stuff at other people. Since the (gasp) spring-like weather destroyed the chance of snowball fights, it’s time to move on to another sport. Dodgeball anyone? On Tuesday and Wednesday nights, there’s a pick up dodgeball game in a gym

A few weekends ago, I briefly forgot what vegetables were. My bf and I trekked up to Rochester to visit some friends. Sure, they took us to a public market with stands full of fresh tomatoes, spinach, peppers, apples, etc, but that didn’t match our “when in Rome” philosophy of

Every time I’ve watched an Austin Powers movie, I’ve thought that I’d like to rig my boobs to shoot bullets like the fembots (but with the ability to switch back to regular boobs sometimes). I know this is impossible, as they are robots and I’m not interested in becoming a