I should know better.

Every day – and I literally mean every single day – I do things that can only be qualified as ‘stupid’. Actually, plainly and undeniably stupid. For no other reason than me, apparently, being a stupid person. Yet, every time I undertake one of these stupid endeavors, I am well aware of the fact that

Candy Crushed

Most of my mornings start off with me in the warm comfort of my blanket-and-pillow-nest, unwilling to get up and face the cold. Which usually translates to me slacking off on my phone for about 30 minutes to an hour, before dragging myself from my den and into the world. I cycle through a bunch

TMI – The Libido-switch

It’s been 38 days, 20 hours, 12 minutes and some random configuration of seconds ago. Not that I was counting. But I used to be counting, and I am definitely counting now. Because I stopped counting. If that makes sense (it probably doesn’t). First of all – a TMI warning. This particular blog is going

No Ragrets!

Regret: feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that one has done or failed to do).Mistake: an act or judgement that is misguided or wrong. Apparently it’s the week of ‘tell Zoë she’s wrong about things!‘ (which, to be fair, is not one-week-a-year-occurrence) with people feeling the need to express their wisdom to me. Unrequested,

One degree of difference

Something was off when I walked into my living room this morning.Not off in the sense that I would have to go find one of the baseball bats that live around my house so as to battle an unwanted intruder, or off in the sense that the stove was on fire or the TV was

Oh dear – It’s baby season

“Congratulations auntie!” read one of the text messages I got yesterday. And awkwardness ensued.I think my initial witty reply of of ‘Gee, thanks aunt, for congratulating me with the birth of a niece to a brother I haven’t seen or spoken to in well over ten years and who I will most probably never ever

Unpopular opinion: Intelligence is blah.

It is often said (to me, at least) that intelligence is a (core-)quality.That having a brain is attractive. That knowing things about certain things and having stuff to say about stuff is a good selling point. That IQ lasts a lot longer than a pretty face and that making smart choices will win out over

Deal-breakers. Questionmark.

No more tree date for me. Shocker. I’m not expecting to hear any gasps of surprise. Shocker number two. That fact has me both a bit annoyed and saddened, I guess. Plus, a little on the fence about whether I should even write this post, considering who might be reading along. But then I figure

Unseen Stupidity

Turns out I’ve been wearing my lenses the wrong way round. For five years. Without having a clue. WHUT?! Yes. I’m that person. Whoops. Last Friday I broke my glasses. You know, the type of much-hated goggles that you only resort to when too tired to wear contacts, too drunk to keep those little shells

Ode to Mad Bertha

Driving to work in the morning is always a pleasure ever since I’ve moved to the middle of nowhere. Empty fields, foggy banks drifting over still ponds and the small harbor that’s always quiet in the mornings. Sheep and baby goats and horses galloping along the winding road I take. It’s picturesque to say the