Leah Q. Adult-in-Training

Just to let you all know I’m being extra cliché right now. I’m sitting outside of my regular Starbucks listening to Etta James and writing my February blog post. Honestly Etta is probably the best kind of artist to be listening to while I write this because honey knows about love. Yes people I am continuing on my path of the clichéd writer because during the month of February I will be writing about love. You all know that’s my favorite subject anyways so I don’t know why you guys would have expected anything different. I’d like to say my scenery is as equally romantic as the scene I’m about to set up for you but, alas I’m across the street form the ABC Liquor store that is caddy corner to the Shell Station…not exactly the French Riviera I know but, hey I’m working with what I’ve got.             So love, you people have got some messed up ideas of that word let me tell you. This blog post is called my ideal man. It’s not because...

            We all know what the New Year brings. Resolutions, and with resolutions come gym memberships that cease to be useful for more then a few months, vows to create lasting romantic relationships are thrown away after one too many shots of Fireball, and a long retrospective look into one’s self. The last of which is probably the only thing that is actually followed through into another year. Self-examination is something that people do on the daily. I don’t think there’s one day that goes by that I don’t think about myself, how can you not? I mean you wake up in the morning and see that face, the one with day-old mascara rings and the dried zit cream and you think wow, I look like crap, I should fix that. Fast forward to an hour later and you’re staring at yourself in the bathroom again, this time with perfectly winged eye-liner and smelling like daisies, or in my case Marc Jacob’s “Daisy Dream.”   As the day goes o...