A Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self

Dear Little Hattie, Nice backpack, nerd. What are those, your initials embroidered on the front? Is that to keep people from stealing such a clearly awesome bag?


My Name Is What I Say It Is

My name is Buster Blonde (well, not really, but for the purposes of this post, let’s say that it is). Most people who know me, know that fact, and most of them call me by that name”¦or some derivation of it: Busty, Blizzle, Licensed & Blonded, etc. When I was 4 or 5 my nanny, […]