It occurred to Kristel and I one afternoon that our meager sweatshop writer earnings are barely enough to fund our rock star dreams. A few rejected alternate career ideas later, we did some mad brainstorming and decided to co-author a smashing lifestyle blog together. So today, we proudly present to you… NO GIRLY DRAMA No
Before you scroll down to read the rest of this entry, let me give you a backgrounder of myself so that you can understand why my sentiments about Timbuk2‘s Blogger Bag are such. I am the kind of person who makes drafts of her blog entries in a notebook. Not a notebook like a portable
This was me yesterday, complete with the song playing on repeat in my iPod: New Slang by The Shins Lately I’ve been well on my way to burning out. I’m working my ass off like never before, driven by the need to earn money and spend it wantonly on travel and “useless” things. When friends
The Satirical Grown-Up Party I threw at my house last night wasn’t in celebration of my birthday. (I was a little surprised that two of my friends greeted me with a “happy birthday” when they got to my place–considering that they had attended my 21st joint bash last March. :P) It was a part two
Something I wrote yesterday. I am deliciously happy right now for reasons that aren’t particularly clear, and it’s scaring me a little. Okay, so maybe that statement isn’t very accurate. I’m fairly certain that this happiness thing isn’t just some bipolar mood swing (a disorder I don’t have, by the way. Though someone suggested it
I am a firm believer that Sunday mornings are only good for sleeping in and regenerating the energy lost from Saturday night’s social activities. It most certainly is not the time to be scrambling madly about for something decent to wear for a breakfast date at Portico 1771 in Serendra. Come to think of it,
It’s funny how things fall into place right when you least expect them to. Lately I’ve been considering the idea of getting transferred to another account or perhaps looking for another job. You see, my job involves developing an active subculture which takes a particular albeit alternative non-dogmatic focus on how the human body and
People who ask me what high school I graduated from usually receive an ironic smile and a singsongy “Secret!” in response. I’ve been thinking about changing that policy because it’s a hassle to explain why I’m being so secretive. See, I was the token Weird Chick back in high school. The kid everybody picked on
So now my best friend recently got boyfriended and I have conflicting emotions about it. Don’t get me wrong–I’m extremely happy for her. My fingers have been crossed ever since she told me that she was really into this guy because fuck, Cupid owes her big-time. And since I seem to be The Girl Who
My name is Lauren Dado and this is my personal blog. I like nerdy things, scary things, and travel things. I'm not really always right. (
