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So I got 2 job offers at once. Which was sweet. The weird thing is that now, 3 weeks later, I have accepted both of them. I quit the first one last week, which was awkward. It gave me that feeling in the pit of my stomach that reminded me of the feeling you get when you know you have to break up with someone …
Time is a funny thing. Not funny ha ha — funny confusing – makes-no-sense funny. Time when you’re 23-26…7…8 is a scary thing. Not shake in your boots scary — scary like you have no concept of it and yet it controls you scary. I notice us stuck in this “life’s too short” but “we’ve got a long way to go” mode. We know this …
It was the kind of weekend that I can’t blog about because there’s a chance my little sisters read this. No earth-shattering revelations. No significant self-reflection. Just alcohol, haze, and two bagels with bacon, egg, & and cheese. Thus today, something different. In lieu of deep thoughts, here are interesting snippets (to me at least). Besides having nothing appropriate to post, I figure not everyone …
Today was the most significant day of my recent life. No sarcasm. No exaggeration. To provide some perspective: In my recent life – say 1 to 1.5 years – I have gotten a new job, been promoted at that job, begun life-changing friendships, ended life-changing friendships, switched entirely to skinny jeans, and run four miles without stopping. It’s been a big year. Today though — …
Holy crap. I am getting to the point where it’s been so long since I’ve posted that I feel like its too late to post about all this stuff. Oh well. Big thanks to Jessie for holding down the fort and making me look like a lazyass over the last month. Anyway, I’m going to try to get through it all in a series of …
“I wish life were like a red cup, green cup party,” my good friend said. We were an hour or so into a two hour coffee prompted by a particularly crazy weekend – so crazy it ended up three days long for one of us…. It was one of those coffees where you lecture each other and realize you’re actually lecturing yourself then give advice …
A recurring series (maybe).It has long been my assumption that guys like girls who like sports…within reason. It’s a tentative relationship – territorial even – between guys, girls, and sports. A lot like that between guys, girls, and fashion. Fashion is ours. Sports is yours. I know that’s sexist, not 100% true, and makes me sound like such a girl. But sexism is rooted in …