Black Coffee Motel

She was my absolute idol growing up. To this day, something about her voice is so nostalgic and comforting to me. There was a time when Lindsay came out with hit after hit movie. I loved and watched them all, even if I didn’t completely understand it (Mean Girls, for one) up until the start…

Once upon a time, I thought I was going to grow up to be a hardcore corporate baddie. The girl that actually wanted an office job. Strut down the cubicle aisle in my polished blazer and slacks, briefcase in hand. March into conference rooms, padfolio neatly placed in front of me. Meetings, discussions, and hardcore…

Some places just speak to you. For most of my life, that place was the East Coast. I used to daydream about waking up in a preppy New England town, dressed in houndstooth plaid and cable knit. Wearing penny loafers to the library as I scan the shelves, looking for a dusty, leather-bound title. Prancing…

It’s interesting how y2k has been experiencing quite the comeback lately. Though, maybe it’s not so interesting since trends have a knack for coming back around anyway. But I have to say, I’m quite thankful to have grown up during the glory y2k days of Disney Channel. It’s starting to get quite hot where I…

I started a new job recently. It’s great and all, but sometimes I can’t help but sit at my desk and daydream about what I’d really rather be doing, if you know what I mean. And I always come back to two things: drinking wine and riding horses. It’s crazy how much insight you can…

I think if Valentine’s Day didn’t have the connotation of annoying couples, advertised as a day specifically for couples, it could actually be quite enjoyable. It’s a day celebrating the act of love itself, be it with others or simply yourself, attached or not. But for a romantic such as myself, I’d say V-Day is…

In high school, my friend Alice and I assigned each other Disney princess alter egos. She was Rapunzel because she had overprotective parents who would keep her in her “tower” aka her house. Mine was Cinderella, because my overprotective mother would always want me home before a certain time. And so there I was, just…

Good biopics are often difficult to properly execute. It’s usually about a famous person in history and for whatever reason the actor never quite actually looks like them, no matter the hair and makeup, and no matter how good of an actor they may be. Little things bug me, like how the real person had…