Hi sweet sunshines.

This weekend, Zain & I went to Gentry’s Farm over in Franklin. The weather was perfect and there were just an absurd about of babies and small children dressed as pumpkins. We went in a corn maze and then found a random cluster of bamboo whilst strolling along the nature trail. Then we ate pumpkin spice cookies at The Coffee House because 1. cream cheese frosting and 2. October.

I am really loving this season, said everyone ever. The air has been cool but the sun still warm. Such a wonderful combination, I tell you. And October looks so good on Nashville, very flattering indeed.

Whilst (I’ve only used this word twice in my life and both times have been in this blog post) food shopping a week or two back, I wandered down the Halloween decor isle… clearly up to no good, in search of some autumnal candles as well as something Halloweenie. Y’all, I spent $2.99 on some glittery jack-o-latern garland and marched out of that store so stinking proud of myself for buying a decoration. I am not sure what it is, but it just seems to me that any kind of holiday decoration is such an adult purchase. Like, ADULTS decorate guys. If this isn’t reasonable or true, can someone reach out to me privately and tell me to get off of my high horse about this garland? It was $2.99… worth every penny, let me tell you.


I’m a BookIt Alumni.


Just a couple of the books that I have read lately…

Brain on Fire: My Year of Madness by Susannah Calahan: An interesting read. I highly recommend it if you loved the book Girl, Interrupted.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn: Oh, dear goodness. It goes without saying, the book was better than the movie. A great story all together. I couldn’t put it down no matter how tired my eyes were. I am nearly finished reading another book by Flynn, Sharp Objects. It’s equally as dark. Her and the people who write crime shows probably hang out on the weekends and discuss all the things that terrify me.

Love Letters to The Dead by Ava Dellaira: I love a good YA novel. This is a good, easy read for anyone who liked Perks of Being a Wallflower. In fact, the reason that I picked this book up was because it was given an exceptional review by Stephen Chbosky on GoodReads. As it turns out, Chbosky acted as a mentor to Dellaira while she was writing this story (Pssstt… Perks is better, obviously).

One of Chelsea Handlers books by Chelsea Handler: There is a reason why I don’t remember which of her books it is I read. It was 75¢ at McKay’s and I think I’ll leave it at that.

Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham: Have you ever felt like you were hugged by a book? I felt hugged by this book & it was the kind of hug that makes you feel like every other hug that anyone has ever given you has been one of those half-assed hugs where the person pats you on the back after minimal contact as a way of saying “okay, we are through here – please stop touching me.” I am sure you won’t really understand this until you’ve read NTKOG but I don’t think that I have ever been more impressed by how a person has chosen to form sentences with words in my entire life. Props to you, Lena, you maverick.


Next on my reading list is anything on Lena Dunham’s list of favorite books that was published by one of my favorite bookstores in NY, a lovely 4-story shop called Strand near Union Square.

Speaking of favorite bookstores… McKay’s, here in Nashville. You guys, Zain and I go almost every weekend.




i’ll be there for you









Hi sweet peas.

I know, I haven’t been here for a while and I’m glad that some of you actually took the time to harass me about it. Thanks for making me feel missed. I hope y’all got over it, but if you haven’t let me know and I’ll mail ya a baked good* of your choice because our friendship means that much to me.

Speaking of friendship, the pictures above are some of the reasons I haven’t been spending my time in the blogosphere as of late – because I have gotten to see my friends in real life (IRL, as the kids say it). Just look at them, look at their faces, you would ditch the internet to hang out with them too.

Other than that, I have been reading a lot so maybe I’ll write about that at some point. AND I won my first game of chess against Zain ever… on a technicality (Let the record show that the first and only time I beat him in Scrabble was due to a technicality. Let the record show that for me, winning due to a technicality is still winning. In your face, Zain.)


*by baked good, I really mean a drawing of a baked good. On a post-it note. Or a receipt. Or whatever I have handy when you make your request.

P.S. I am really good at drawing donuts and pop-tarts.

P.P.S. The title of this post is a reference to the Friends theme song. AH-DOYYYY.





1. Moved away from home

2. Got my first “real” job (that I love!)

3.  Worked two jobs (read: made too many frappuccinos)

4. Bought a car

5. Fell in love with photography

6. Moved in with a small curmudgeon man (which has always been a goal of mine, really)

7. Made a home with him

8. Learned to crochet & knit

9. Heard Garth on vinyl for the first time (and cried 22 tears)

10. Middle parted my hair. Then un-middle parted, obviously.

11. Became too obsessed with succulents

12. Drove 700 miles and back on my own

13. Rocked a lot of studs

14. Realized why ladies like candles so much

15. Tricked myself into liking bananas

16. Paid a bill (read: paid ALL OF THE BILLS)

17. Snapchatted. Sorry, guys.

18. Started a lot of LDRs… with my friends

19. Had people travel across many states to visit me

20. Made lasagna

21. Bought my first piece of furniture

22. Started this here blog

22 was the year that I learned to roll with the punches a little more. The year that I learned that not every little life lesson masquerading as a catastrophe warrants a response that Lucas Scott would be proud of (let’s be real – that kid was the drama king to Peyton Sawyer’s drama queen). It’s the year that I learned that most things will not go according to plan and that that’s okay.

It was miserable and magical. It was almost like I was happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. Cheers to you, 22. I know I am much more suited for 23. Happy to be starting off this year with my shit a little more together.

 cheers babes,


P.S. Don’t tell Peyton I said that about her.

sista, sista – i got my own mind






Friendsqueaks! How are you, you beautiful human beings?

I was lucky enough to have my sister as well as my father (<Bob D.>) and mother (kld) in town for several days last week. The result was pretty extraordinary. I sat my sister down and forced her to watch the entire season of Broad City with me… it was obviously for her own good. We did some exploring of the city with our mother – had a wonderful brunch, hit up the flea market and the farmer’s market. We even talked dad into a thrifting trip and the week ended in the whole crew devouring a basket of fried pickles. Two thumbs way up for a successful trip.


The first time I ever used my camera, my sister basically tricked me into thinking the I was a fantabulous photographer, an absolute natural. We were standing out in the cold during a Western New York winter, more fluids were flowing out of our facial orifices than we knew what to do with. I was taking some snaps of her and freaking out over how wonderful they were all turning out. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wasn’t the natural, she was.

My sister is a phenomenal human to take pictures of. When I am in front of the camera I become very curmudgeon-y (think Chandler Bing mixed with a really dopey looking orangutan) and it’s really just unacceptable.







Thanks for reading my blog. Thanks for looking at my pictures. I know there’s a bunch of other pictures on the world wide web that you could be looking at… some of them are of tiny baby kittens in fedoras and yet, here you are wasting your time on my corner of the internet.

a classy kiss on the cheek for each of you,


Also, if you didn’t know what the title of this post was in reference to, I revoke your classy kiss on the cheek. Educate yourselves.


lady loves: aubrey plaza


There is something about things that are equal parts amusing and terrifying that interest me. Cactuses are a perfect of example of this. I like them, I think they are great and cute but when put in close quarters with them, I am known to be overly cautious and very frightened. That’s how I feel about Aubrey Plaza.

I feel like she’s a loose cannon in every sense, you really never know what you are going to get, how she is going to respond to something. I have a feeling that she, like some 0f my most favorite friends, thinks in a very weird way – the kind of way where they say something and it’s hilarious but strange and you think “I don’t even want to know what type of brain function just occurred in you that lead you to say that”. If you haven’t seen her in an interview, you probably have no idea what I am talking about. So, please help yourself: LettermanChelsea LatelyFallonLetterman again because he is my favorite and this is my blog. Not surprisingly, things can get a little awkward like they did with Ellen.

So before this turns into an essay book about why Aubrey is my trillest love, here is a dot jot:

Safety Not Guaranteed. Watch this movie. It’s on Netflix so you have no excuses.

Her social media presence. @evilhag

Her friendship with Anna Kendrick & Matthew Gray Gubler (swoon).

She was in a Father John Misty video.

She has modeled for Rachel Antonoff.

April Ludgate.

At least I didn’t make any new friendships,





I am working on feeling uninhibited happiness. Happiness with no stipulations, deadlines, adverse affects, drawbacks… you get the picture.

If there is one thing that I am learning about this period of life (you know how much I hate the phrase “20-something” and I am sure as hell not about to start referring to myself as a millennial),  it’s that there is enough weighing you down without exaggerating it at all. I’ve welcomed adulthood with open arms and with that, it gets a little difficult to shake off the fears that come with taking responsibility for your own stability – your own mental, social, financial, physical and emotional stability.

For me, the result of this is over-preparing and over-thinking. These things are known to turn a completely awesome, kick-ass thing into a pretty good thing. But no, that thing is kick-ass! Don’t let your fears and adult-like concerns inhibit how you truly feel, which is happy. Release your inhibitions! Feel the rain on your skin! No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in.

stay trill, folks.


 I need you all to know that this post was started with the best of and most serious of intentions and I swear I didn’t mean to start quoting a Natasha Bedingfield song from ’04 – this stuff just happens. Now that you’re over it, let’s imagine ourselves riding off into the L.A. sunset, Lauren Conrad style. “Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.”