Annie Parsons

Brought to you by my brother’s Twitter stream, since we haven’t talked on the phone in ages (probably because his 30th birthday was February 22 and I STILL haven’t sent him a gift, because I am a terrible sister, and if he wants to disown me, he has due cause, even though JEREMY I PROMISE…

“Show me a man with a tattoo, and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.” -Jack London Have I mentioned that I’m in Nashville this week?  I am. I flew in for a wedding this past weekend (Mark and Erin MILLER – holla!), and am sticking around to work from the home office…

The other day, this was my Facebook status: As futile as Facebook can be, I took a shot of it because I wanted to remember that moment – that realization that the darkness that I’ve been sitting in for going on a year now just isn’t really there anymore.  Perhaps this is tempting a jinx,…

Remember that time in 4th grade when my class had a contest to see who could best sing Bryan Adams’ “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You”? I suppose I haven’t mentioned it yet. Any willing participant had a chance to stand in front of the class with the Walkman headphones on and sing…

You thought that I was your favorite Annie. Well, my little sweeties, prepare to forsake me for another. I have this friend Annie Downs.  You probably already read her blog – but if you don’t, you should start.  Because people, this girl has got it going on. Annie and I decided to swap videos, giving…

The weirdest thing has been happening lately. I have been overcome with this gigantic, humongous desire to go to California. Since when have I craved California?  And not just California – but SOUTHERN California?  This is so unlike me.  I don’t even know who I am anymore. Other things have been changing, too.  There is…

Kathryn Bigelow is 58-years old?  I seriously thought she was 32.  What a beautiful woman. Watching the Oscars makes me want to be in show business.  I just want to tell stories for the rest of my life. I guess that this blog will have to do.

In the midst of this move (because a move doesn’t just happen, you know… it is a process that takes place over a period of time – however long it takes, really), I have had hours upon hours to myself.  I think that I am predisposed to handling solitude a lot better than most –…

Sometimes, it’s like this: It’s funny how getting your hopes up can make the disappointment even bigger. Lame.

My parents have three dogs, Rowdy, Maci, and Kodi. Kodi is the cutest.  That’s not favoritism – it’s just fact.  I mean, look at her happy dog perma-grin: Her name is Kodi, but mostly we call her Toad.  She’s this ridiculous, squatty little Chow mix, with short legs and a barrel chest.  She has so…