Accidentally exposing myself never gets any easier. You’d think after I’d flashed all of southern Spain, or been photographed semi-topless by a stranger next to MLK, or groped myself sitting in an Indian restauran, or exposed myself to an entire wedding I would have come to grips with my clothes propensity to showcase my body …

That is, to say, I’m having quite a good year so far. I’m also having a year filled with goal making and organization and planning. (Surprising fact about me – though I’m far too lazy to follow-through with such things, I love making plans.) (Most of the excitement of said planning comes from the idea …

Last night, I sat in my car as the seconds ticked by and I talked to myself. I should just drive away. Goodness knows it was cold outside and I’d already gotten in the car and it’s not like it actually mattered. It was late and my bag of leftovers was cooling while resting on …

I don’t think of my Grandma as an awkward woman. (Some family gifts are mine alone.) But I found some evidence that maybe I’m wrong. Maybe awkwardness is more hereditary than I thought. Last night, as Skye and Lindsey patiently watched video after video in my search to find a specific one of my Grandma, …

I was so excited to write today’s post. All night, every time I woke up, I thought of how easy it’d be to write. In fact, I pre-wrote a good portion. All I’d have to do was upload the photos from my phone, write out the words and ta da. Only then this morning came. …

Butts are, in my humble opinion, funny. (I’m classy, if you didn’t realize that was the subtext of this post.) Butts that wiggle and are connected to the rear half of groundhogs are extra funny. And today seemed like the kind of day we could all use a laugh that wasn’t at the expense of …

I don’t have a photograph of my hate face, but it’s surprisingly similar to my laughing while at Wolf Trap face. Recently I’ve been thinking about what I choose to write about on Best of Fates. ‘Cause that’s the strange thing about blogging. Aside from my laziness in posting and my fear of writing about …

Yesterday, I started going blind. Not totally-can’t-see-anything-and-my-other-senses-kicked-in-and-I-could-smell-the-sun-slowly-dying blind, but fuzzy and blurry and I-can’t-stand-to-look-at-a-computer-screen blind. Which is unfortunate, as a computer screen plays a rather large role in my real-life job. I’m telling you all this as an explanation for why yesterday’s That Awkward Moment post never went up. (Also, last night I realized I …

I don’t write about “private” things on the Internet. This isn’t to leave you all out of my personal loop, but rather because I don’t talk about such things at all. (Truly, you can ask my friends.) (Assuming you know them.) (Which would probably indicate that you know me in real life, and thus don’t …

Blogging has changed my life. Now, sometimes when people say that it sounds disingenuous or exaggerated but I assure you, for me it’s true. For, if it wasn’t for blogging, I might never have discovered that Harry Potter Clue exists. Knowing my love of board games and of forcing my friends to play such board …