As a nearly to-be-wed, there’s a lot to look forward to. But at the forefront is: no more singles wards, no more first dates. I’ve been lucky enough to not have a lot of bad first dates…mostly because I haven’t had a lot of first dates, period. But I did have one bad first date. Like epically bad. I blogged about it years ago, but its subject found out, threatened to sue, and forced me to take it down.
Continue reading “So That’s What San Pellegrino Tastes Like”
Okay so let me set the scene: yesterday, I was working from home and I had some free time. Which goes hand-in-hand with a need to entertain me, myself, and I. And another important factor: my endless fascination with the Kardashians. I mean, I’m only human and “don’t be f*cking rude” is iconic.
Continue reading “This American Psyche”
It’s been awhile, but not a long while so this blog is still doing pretty well for itself if I do say so and I do say so because, you know, it’s not even been that long.
But it’s 2017 and I still haven’t blogged anything. Not about my engagement or the fact that I’m getting married in SIXTY days. Or how I started my new job and, you know, employment aint that bad.
Continue reading “Life, Disseminated”
I’m going to start by saying I don’t actually believe you. My elementary school frenemy absolutely eviscerated me once for thinking you were real, so you can definitely blame her. She ruined everything.
Continue reading “Dear Santa”
So just over two weeks ago I made a drastic life change that has greatly inhibited my proximity to good ramen. Among other things. I’ve tried hard to remain positive (read: denial) and not dwell on what I’ve given up or what I’m missing or what’s so different about NYC and TX. But today I’ve made a pros and cons list.
Continue reading “I’m out that H-town”
My name is Shelby Boyer and I love dogs.
Continue reading “Something About Me”
Dear Summer in New York,
I’ve missed you. It’s honestly been hell without you, which is ironic (w.c.?) since most people consider heat to be hellish–fire and brimstone and all that. But heat gets a bad rap. People always say they’d rather be cold, they’d rather be freezing, but there’s nothing better than feeling your bare skin sizzle. And you’re the only one who gets it. So you can understand, then, why I’ve missed you.
Continue reading “A Love Letter”