Listed: Google History
That’s right. It’s everybody’s favorite game: confess your last searched items in google.
This week my search history is telling the story of a socially aware 7th grader grappling life’s big issues and just tryin’ to get by. (AKA a Lifetime Original storyline.)
Read ‘em and weep (no seriously, it might make you weep)
- best movies to turn into drinking games
- what does yolo mean
- dairy queen nashville hours
- young adult age range (don’t get me started)
- chauvinist
- how much is a pound of cocaine worth? (disclaimer: we were watching a suspense thriller movie and it was research. Also it took my three tries to spell it right, so that’s how street I am. I was also fully expecting SWAT team guys to swing in through the windows as soon as I hit search.)
- monthly nail polish club
- army ranks
- cool cupholders
- Cephas = Peter?
- axe body spray flavors
- Blanch
- the saddest song there ever was (this is exactly what I typed in, according to google history)
- mindy kaling new show
- God’s calling
- calories in doritos taco (psst it’s 170)
Now confess yours! And check out my friend Tyler‘s confessions. Awesome.
Shamefully yours,
LR
Listed: Golden Girl Stuff
Well I turned another year older last week. And apparantly that kicked right in. Below is a list of things that have happened since I turned 29 that made me feel like Father Time.
- While driving to an outdoor wedding last weekend, I asked innocently if everyone was going to be wearing their “sun shades” or not. Not sun glasses, not shades. Sun shades. Oh, aging.
- Same car ride. “Man, radio disc jockeys are the worst.” Disc Jockey. Nobody has said the full name since, like, ever.
- I bought the constellation app. SO SUE ME.
- To my little sister who is only 3 years younger: “<sigh> I was your age once…” #dramatic
- And last night at drinks with friends I said the word, “s’pose.” Which I can’t decide to blame the South for or my rapid aging.
Glass Houses
On My Mind: I don’t know what to do with it, but this fall I hope to see the Anthropologie or Urban catalogue use the term “Inclognito” in their shoe department.
Listening to: A guy at a party I was at last night tell a girl she looked like Adele. I don’t think it went as well as he planned.









