To be totally honest, I really wanted to sleep through my 26th birthday. It’s not that I have any problem with being 26. Being 26 seems pretty alright. It’s amazingly a lot like being 25, which felt almost exactly like being 24, which isn’t all that different than 23 or 22 or, hell, 17. I think my brain decided at 17 ‘This … Keep reading…

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♪ ♫ ♩ ♪ It’s my birthday, and I’ll wear sequins if I want to, sequins if I want to, sequins if I want to…And if I have my way, I’ll eat cupcakes all day. ♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ Growing up is for the birds, so I decided to spend my birthday wearing my favorite things: silly necklaces, animal print, and excessive amounts … Keep reading…

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So here’s a charming childhood tale: As a lil’ kid, around Christmas and my birthday, I would always make a wishlist and hand it to my dad. And every time he’d say, without fail, “Jules, I want you to remember something my father told me: Wish in one hand and shit in the other, and see which one fills up first.” . … Keep reading…

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Happy birthday to me / Friday I turned 23 / I wore a silly outfit / You can scroll down to see. (And maaany moooorree!) That’s right, it’s a birthday round-up. Maybe I’m feeling old and nostalgic (kidding) or maybe, as I threw together my perfect birthday outfit this weekend, I realized it’s always a little silly each year… And I think … Keep reading…

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