Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date: Katie Heaney: 9781455544677: Amazon.com: Books

I have just discovered that my book is pre-orderable on Amazon now and it is just so so so so nice. 

What made my first year of full-time freelancing so happy, besides not ever having to ride the subway during rush hour, wasn’t anything specific about what my workdays were like. I wasn’t accomplishing much, I was wasting a lot of time, and a lot of the time I was bored. Most days, my work did not go well and I felt dejected about my actual writing. But I still felt good and hopeful, because all these potential paths seemed possible. Everything seemed possible. Unpleasant things had happened to me but I still had never been majorly unlucky. This sense of infinite possibility was like a drug; hooked on it, I clung to it even after it should have been clear that I needed to move on, I couldn’t just stay poised to do something forever.
Ahhhhh, this post of Emily’s. [Is so good.]

I love you, Avril, even if you do sing “boombox” like “bimbox.”

OK, if insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results then I think best friendship is having the same conversation over and over again — you know the one: like, about YOU, like that conversation that purportedly starts off being about that one little thing but is really about your whole personality and life outlook and past and future, as this other person knows it — and expecting her to tell you something new that you haven’t heard from her already a thousand times before, and then even when she doesn’t, feeling like it was a really productive conversation to have anyway (but knowing it’s only a matter of time before you have it again, just in case).

Ohhhhh myyyyy godddddd. New Girl Autotune, via

AUTOTUNES ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL THESE TYPES OF FEELINGS