Throwback Thursday Category
My year in times I cried
Posted on December 31, 2015 Leave a Comment
What I choose to drink doesn’t change the fact that I’ve always been a crier. It’s written in my DNA. Always has been, always will be.
Are you there, childhood? It’s me, Meaghan
Posted on November 23, 2015 Leave a Comment
One of the hardest parts about losing both parents has been losing the memories that went with them. The stories I would ask to hear over and over again at thirteen, but couldn’t care less about come high school because I was a hormonal dick-wad with a Myspace to manage.
The tale of the no good, very bad Tuesday
Posted on March 10, 2015 Leave a Comment
Move over, Monday. Thirteen-year-old me hated Tuesdays even more. Ten years later, I can still relate. Just replace “study” with “do my laundry and file my taxes.”
16 New Year’s resolutions I will (probably not) keep
Posted on December 31, 2014 5 Comments
Last December, I vowed not to touch my friends’ tits or leave the house with wet hair. This Christmas, a good guy friend of mine walked into the woman’s bathroom at our every-week bar to find both of my tiny, un-manicured hands pressed against his girlfriend’s chest. He was looking to smoke a cigarette and we’d been in […]
I want my money back: 25 songs I wish I hadn’t paid for
Posted on March 10, 2014 3 Comments
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a track record of awful purchases (shout out to that $80 Urban Outfitters duvet cover I thought was a full-fledged comforter set, that copy of Spiderman 2, Tobey Maguire edition, on DVD and that full-pleather skater skirt I’ll never, ever wear). See also: every single Starbucks […]
Here’s what ten-year-old me wanted in a man
Posted on March 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
Sober and stable, but one earring is cool. The next page was a definitive list of boys I had “CRAZY” crushes on*. Special shout-out to Claire’s and also my mom for not throwing this away with my provocatively dressed Bratz doll. * Two turned out to be gay.
Dear Notebook: a seventh-grader’s guide to abortion, Good Charlotte and the real world
Posted on January 20, 2014 3 Comments
Moving is hard. I knew that. I’ve seen Casper. I saw it coming. What I didn’t see coming (besides the blizzard that fucked my U-Haul)? It being ten times harder (times the square root) when you’ve got your own shit, your parents’ shit and their parents’ shit. Three months, 50-something garbage bags, 25 reinforced boxes […]
I used to make videos of my friends drinking in parking lots
Posted on December 20, 2013 Leave a Comment
I almost used this platform to post a video produced in January of 2009 complete with Comic Sans, Sum 41 and Smirnoff Ice. Instead, I went with a more recent project that actually means something to me (aw, feelings). Cheers to public debauchery, flipping each other off and (somehow) never getting arrested. Special shout-out to my […]
A letter from my mother to my mother at age thirteen
Posted on December 13, 2013 Leave a Comment
“Luv ya, myself” gets me every time (and I have no idea who Rita is).
On losing your virginity to the Used
Posted on November 21, 2013 Leave a Comment
I’m not sure what’s funnier: the fact that this actually happened or that sometime between 0:45 and four o’ clock in the fuckin’ morning, I almost asked to turn it up. Rock on. #tbt
Meaghan McGoldrick 