Last week, my friend at work – Davis – was forced upon penalty of death (or rather, penalty of an eternal cold shoulder) to issue a formal statement to me. In this statement, he apologized for calling me a Florida Gator.
That’s how I roll. Formal, written statements for denying me my burnt orange heritage. Keep reading →
He has a habit for going way too fast, and Jillian Fortin wasn’t born to be rushed.
I have a draft saved in my Dashboard about the 23 Things I want to do in my 23rd year. I realized just before I started typing this post that my 23rd year started more than three months ago. THREE MONTHS. A quarter of my 23rd year has vanished in the blink of an eye, more wasted than a Longhorn on his 21st birthday (wait, did I just say that?). Keep reading →
…and hence, my own kitchen floor to tile, I bring you- TILES on my BLOG! And what better tiles than TWITTER tiles?! I mean, REAL TALK! If I were, in fact, to get my own place soon (because if you asked me a year later, I’d probably say I’d want NewSocialNetworkName tiles, because “Twitter is soooo Spring Collection ‘09“) I’d probably insist on installing Twitter mosaic tiles somewhere in my kitchen. Probably not on the floor, because some people swear I walk all over them enough (bad joke totally intentional), but maybe somewhere on the countertop, or even the backsplash. Or maybe in the bathroom!…… because I think my friends are the shi….poo. Keep reading →
