I hate that person who goes around saying “I don’t like to label myself,” because whenever I think it I hear it being said in a terribly obnoxious voice. But unfortunately, I am that person, and I really hate labels. Continue reading
Though I may be the tiniest bit Irish, the luck of the Irish seems not to have made it to my blood… yet, at least. Continue reading
Hey, world. You’re pretty massive.
No, not like that. I mean, as a whole, this earth planet thing we live on is fairly sizable. Think about it — and see if your brain starts to hurt. What did it take, four, five seconds? No worries, it takes me about two. Continue reading
Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?
COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE.
“Wow, Siena, you’re a writer and you love coffee? Your uniqueness is unparalleled.”
Hush, child. I shall relish in the fact that my life is a series of my cliches, as long as I have my coffee. I would tell you all I’m addicted, only I haven’t not drunk coffee for a long enough period of time to be able to tell you whether or not I get headaches from not drinking coffee. Someday I’ll realize how terrible that sentence is (both in terms of meaning and grammar — look at dem negatives. Damn.) Continue reading