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I should be asleep. In fact, I was so tired, I fell asleep in the mixture of pillows and blankets while talking to J. about the art of the Middle East debate and the plausibility that Catholicism and Judaism both have it incorrect. The subject of us came up. I was in my pajamas, leg …

Original Article (Here) Go to Planned Parenthood’s Website Info about the Pill (Here) _______________________________________________________  If you were raised like me, for the first 18 years of my life, I was convinced I could get pregnant by merely sitting too close to a guy. When I was 17, I had a reckless, irrational and completely awesome …

I was recently visiting a downtown Target store, and in between me filling my basket with entirely un-necessary gummi-fruit items, I couldn’t help but notice the amount of Lysol, anti-bacterial hand soaps/wipes/sprays, and the never-ending request, “Do they have tamiflu here?” I’m going to give it to you straight because it seems that CNN.com is …

This is going on my ipod as soon as I get my hands on it. Newest Mandy Moore. I know, it’s disgusting. Geek is blogging about the same chick who used to tell us she was missing her guy, ‘like candy.’ Or… ‘crush‘ or ‘in my pocket.’ Her best? (By far- Gardenia) Who the crap am …

(Utter Perfection.) there is a place, it has a face and he was walking out the door his mother said she was ashamed cuz he had no place to go he was afraid and i was fine he wanted peace of mind three times done and you’re gone, and you’re gone you are free, you …

Despite my best attempts, (and gmails,) my inbox has been flooded recently from middle-eastern men looking to send me money. Nigerian scamming is even jumping races! It’s incredible. This was my attempt at getting back at him. —-    Dear Mr. Suleman Muhammed, How lucky we are that our paths have crossed. Certainly Allah has noted our …

I was reading through fark.com this morning and attempting to wake up with some stealth Earl Grey when I came upon an article about the Miss USA Pagent. (…and we all know what I think of anerexic, future-skin-cancer patients,) marching around in bikinis…. but I digress. There’s quite the controversy about Perez Hilton, (why exactly …

I’m so pre-occupied with death lately. Maybe it’s the part of me that is longing to understand the things I always took for granted. There’s more room to think in an empty bed. I always find my thoughts wondering to how insignificant and scared I often feel. When I was little- faith was incredibly easy. …

My life is a proverbial pandora’s box. (It’s actually like, Pandora’s Shack- because everything couldn’t fit in an actual container- warehouse? …Maybe.) I somewhat think of my life in chapters. Lately they seem to morph into who I’ve dated, what horrific things/awesome things have occurred and what too-little-too-late realizations I picked up on the way- …

“MOOOOM! THERE’S THROW-UP POOP IN THE POTTY!!” I ran upstairs to my toddler screaming and saw her adorably pudgy, little, fingers pointing at the bowl. These are the moments you prepare yourself for. Parenthood always has curve-balls. Could this be a rare disease? Would this be the first instance, followed up by dozens of visits to the Mayo Clinic? How did she …

Lyrics Here Be Inspired Here A good girl knows that a heartache playlist includes anythign Beth Hart, Tori, and a little Cobain for kicks. There are so many songs that speak to me at different times. This song is encompassing the thoughts as of late, (although Minnesota is a hell of a lot different than …

An actual email I received early this morning: WHAT. THE. F*CK. fromBreon Nagy <Breon.Nagy@gmail.com> toKatie H <xx@gmail.com> dateFri, Apr 10, 2009 at 5:41 AM subjectThis weekend mailed-bygmail.com hide details 5:41 AM (4 hours ago) Reply Kate, As you inferred from my tweet earlier, I’m looking at traveling this weekend.  I’ve found the flights and hotel.  …

It’s always have and never hold You’ve begun to feel like home What’s mine is yours to leave or take What’s mine is yours to make your own (The Fray) It’s that time again- where spring wins the battle over the snow and the clearance of Easter Dresses and shelves of over-stocked candy diminish. I’ve …

On a night like tonight with the cold, crisp air drifting through my window, and feet- hyperventilating under the warmth of my comforter; I think of the has-beens, the could-have-beens and the unwillingly, (almost,) forgotten. I’m constantly searching for peace outside of myself- reasons that will never be given. I don’t know why I subject …