Hell Week.

For the first post of the New Year – I wish that it was a little more positive. But, hey, life isn’t always rainbows and butterflies… It’s compromise that moves us along.  Amiright Maroon 5?

Lately when people have asked me why I haven’t been writing, I say that I’m busy.  Honestly, I’ve been so caught up in myself and just plain uninspired.  But I’ve learned that inspiration can come from anywhere.. or anyone – as long as your open and susceptible to it.

I think it’s fair to say that this week has been one of the worst weeks I’ve had in a long time.  And nothing ‘black cloud-esque’ has even happened.  I’m not going to go into details but, I don’t think that I have cried so much from pure frustration.

That being said – I am lucky enough to be surrounded by the kind of people that can make me forget pretty much anything going on and force me to see that everything really is going to be alright.  Even if some of them don’t completely understand what I’m going through right now – they don’t have to.

Here are some of the things that have been keeping me afloat this bitch of a wave called life.

This little guy traveled all the way here from Philly just to meet me: 


I almost cried when I opened it but that’s not saying much since lately I just can’t seem to stop. Won’t stop. Talk about inspiration..

book 2

My roommate giving me her pants right off her legs because I ripped mine in an intense snowball fight: Pretty self explanatory.  Thanks baby girl.

Cherry pie

Blink 182 on repeat:
This is a grand sweeping apology to everyone who has been in my car recently.  Whenever I get sad I HAVE to listen to Roller Coaster by Blink 182 on repeat.  So thanks for (kind of) putting up with it.

Happy Juice:
After Justin Timberlake came to Denver to perform an (I’m sure) awesome show that we couldn’t go to – a couple friends and I decided to visit his restaurant Southern Hospitality. 20% because we love food and 80% because we were hoping that JT would be there. He wasn’t.

On the way there, I spent a good 20 minutes (he’d probably say more) bitching/complaining/half crying to my roommate about my current work situation and 50 other things that I just can’t seem to get a grasp on.  All while Blink 182 played about 13 times.

And thennnn.. when we got to the restaurant, I ordered a drink (duh) and it was THE. BEST. DRINK. EVER.  I went from cranky-and-moderately-depressed Jordan to happy-awesome-lovey Jordan.  And that was just after one!… I had three 😉

Moral of the story: Vodka always helps.  Always. 

Sidebar: I got a girl at a bar that was sitting in the VIP section to send me this picture just by buying her a shot.  Bitches are so easy.


If you don’t have awesome cousins, I suggest you stop wasting time and get some.

Meeting someone new: 
It’s very rare when you meet someone that you know you’ll like because of your similarities –  despite how different your lives are.  Someone who literally wears their heart on their sleeve and you just want to be like, “Ohmigod let’s be best friends forever.”

free soul

Hooooootie! Are you listening?!? If ya’ll were to ever do a reunion tour I would be the very first one there.  Front row.  Singing louder than you’d want me to.

Swing Thai:
I swear I ate my weight in pad thai last night.  #noregrets

My Drunk Kitchen: 
“Sometimes my laughter sounds like crying.” Hannah Hart.. I sooo get you, girl.

So even though these things may seem minuscule or ridiculous or just weird.. There really are a lot of reasons that keep pushing me forward and I know I’ll look back and be like, “Wow, January of 2014 really fucking sucked” – but, I’ll think – hey, at least I didn’t walk in the wrong direction for 14 miles on Friday night like my drunk roommate did.

BRB gotta go cry,




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