Soppho

The fact that I’m really, truly, finally, actually moving is setting in at last, as is the recollection of just how much I hate packing and, you know, the whole moving your stuff part of moving. My family moved something like ten times in my first 18 years on the planet, so I am a [...]

After several months and a good deal of half-hearted searching, I’m pleased to report that I am finally moving, and Y Chrome is officially moving in with me. (His body already lives here, but his clothes, furnishings, and shameful boy things I’m sure I’m about to discover, have all taken up residence elsewhere.) The move [...]

I am writing this from the parking lot across the street from my apartment, because my internet has been out for 10 days, with no sign of it reappearing any time soon (You may be asking yourself where my rental company is in all of this, but haha, haha, no). If ever I needed confirmation [...]

Apartment hunting in Charlottesville is tough. I know, I know. Cue Carrie Bradshaw tapping out on her funny looking Mac something ridiculously cliched like, In New York, the only thing more difficult to find than a good man with reservations to the hottest new spot in town on a Friday night is a good, rent-controlled [...]

Presented without comment, the conversation outside of my window at 5 am:
Her: Don’t hit me! Why you hit me? Fuck you! Don’t fucking hit me!
Him: I didn’t mean to hit you! You fuckin’ hit me first! I didn’t mean to hit you! You fuckin’ hit me first! Bitch! I didn’t mean to hit you! [...]