Ba-da, ba, ba, ba I'm lovin' it

"We're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. 

It's miserable and magical, oh yea."

Taylor Swift

You guessed it, my latest love affair is with fonts and blogs, my parents go out almost as often as I do, and lately my nights are spent on my couch (at my parent's house) dreaming of scenarios in which I vacation in Fiji or Paris (that, and the Christmas cookies I'm dreaming of making); yet somehow, I've never been happier.

I don't have it all together, but I'm absolutely loving figuring it out. I'm freakishly, deliriously happy, having a blast, loving life, and I just don't care. Judge me if you dare.

Found this gem of a letter though the rabbit hole (that is the Inslee blog, Lauren M. Hughes blog, and this) and it hit way too close to home, but I secretly loved it.

For all my single (and paired off ladies, you'll think it's funny too) ladies:

An Open Letter To People Who Have It All Together:

"To People Who Have It All Together -

Hi, how’s it going? My name is Lauren. I’m twenty-something years old and single. I live in Atlanta in a little apartment that I can’t actually afford with my dog, Lucy. When I moved in, I filled the apartment with moderately priced furniture and print reproductions of artwork I wish I could afford to commission for myself but can’t because I decided I wanted to be a writer. I don’t own a dining room table because my apartment is too small, so most nights I eat dinner on the couch in front of the television. I own plates, but usually just eat out of whatever container my food originally came in. Sometimes I cook from scratch and, on those occasions, I typically eat out of whatever pot I cooked it in with whatever utensil I used to cook it with. Speaking of cutlery, I also own a really nice set of silverware that I got in a prepackaged plastic crate at Target for $29.99, but for some reason I just really enjoy eating cereal straight out of the box with my hands. Because there’s really no need for formality when it’s just me, myself, and I, I don’t ever bother to buy proper napkins, either. In place of napkins I usually just use my pant leg or, if I’m not wearing pants (I’m often not wearing any pants), my bare leg. A few weeks ago I was eating a double chocolate cupcake while watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians on Netflix. Halfway in, I realized I had icing all over my face, but was (understandably) reluctant to get up from the wonderment that is the Kardashian Kar Krash to go into the kitchen to properly wipe it off. So, I did what any normal person would do – I simply bent over and wiped my face on my pantsless leg. I then took it a step further and bent down again to lick the excess icing off my stubbly knee because, in this economy, one just can’t afford to be wasteful."

{...for the rest of the hysterically 

true portrait of single life click here}