Worst

2020 has been the worst year of my life. 28 years in, and 2020 broke me. It broke me down, chewed me up, spit me out, then stomped all over me. Maybe it’s a quarter life crisis. Maybe the whole quarantine lifestyle got to me. Maybe the state of the world wore me out. MaybeContinue reading “Worst”

The Scarlet Letter

… is one of my least favorite books. Don’t get me wrong – I appreciate its literary significance and the importance of the messages and themes expressed in Hawthorne’s famous novel. But – and I say this as someone who loves classic literature – it’s a downright slog to read. I’m glad that I readContinue reading “The Scarlet Letter”

AF

So, my real name isn’t Allie Frost. My real name is not a huge secret or anything, so I don’t particularly care if folks know it, but my actual initials are still AF. And I sign everything with my initials. Documents, emails, etc. I do have very poor, distinctive penmanship though, so forgery would beContinue reading “AF”

2020 Oscar Snubs

I didn’t have time to write out my Best Picture Countdown this year (just know that my top 3 were Little Women, JoJo Rabbit, and Parasite, not necessarily in that order, and The Irishman is last) so here’s my list of Oscar Snubs instead. The Peanut Butter Falcon / Shia LeBeouf It’s almost heartbreaking thatContinue reading “2020 Oscar Snubs”

Yesterday

Yesterday, my alarm went off at 4:30AM. I smashed the snooze button until 4:50, but it was technically my day off, so I wasn’t under much pressure to be on time to work. I brewed my coffee into a “Do or do not, there is no try” travel mug emblazoned with Yoda on the side,Continue reading “Yesterday”

McFlurry

Little known fact: I am scared of drive-thrus. This is a quirk that stems from my irrational fear of car washes, I think. Or it’s born from some other bizarre facet of my psyche. I don’t really know, but I have actively avoided drive-thrus since I got my driver’s license ten years ago. My newContinue reading “McFlurry”

To My Younger Self

Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don’t remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate.   To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not toContinue reading “To My Younger Self”