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Twitter Spotlight: Kate Ritchie

It’s baaaaaack.

After a month-long hiatus, the Twitter Spotlight is here to [hopefully] entertain you and to introduce you to another Twitter friend. I hope to get back to weekly posts with time but that counts on the punctuality of my lovely subjects so we’ll see!

Meet Kate.

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OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest

@KateRitchie: Wit, patience, and a good head of hair

OneChicklette: Your chief characteristic (one word)

@KateRitchie: Headstrong

OneChicklette: What you appreciate most in your friends

@KateRitchie: Acceptance, support, easy laughter

OneChicklette: Your idea of happiness Continue reading

Reasons I need a boyfriend

There’s a Twilight greeting card on my fridge. In my defense, I didn’t buy it. My friend sent it to me.

I spend way too much time on Twitter.

My sleepwear choices are embarrassing, even to me.

When I’m home alone, I burp loudly and often. It’s probably all of the food I have delivered.

Some Liz Lemon storylines on 30 Rock remind me of myself. Truth be told, lots of them do.

What’s your most embarrassing habit when you’re flying solo?

How Girls-like

The amazing HBO show Girls, created by and starring Lena Dunham, has stirred up so many memories of my own awkwardness. Particularly in the areas of dating and sex.
Not, of course, that awkward moments reside solely in my past. No. They happen all too often.
Paging Liz Lemon.

Property of HBO

I’m going to tell you a story. I’m also going to hope that no one from my family reads this blog – ever. Continue reading

Smug hipster marrieds

More than once I have described myself as the unfortunate marriage of Liz Lemon and Bridget Jones. Whether or not you’d agree with that assessment depends on the circumstances in which you’ve witnessed my episodic awkwardness and clumsiness.

This past weekend, I experienced this classic Bridget Jones moment albeit Brooklyn-style.

Smug Marrieds

Fortunately I was able to do an Irish goodbye after three beers. I escaped my building’s roof deck, went back to my apartment and played All By Myself.*

*Not really.

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