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I have decided, very firmly, that I want to be a writer, so now I think it makes sense to move to Italy for 6-9 months, around September. Yes, it’s sometimes exhausting to be me. I will explain and, in doing so, hopefully touch on themes ripe for us all. I acknowledge these themes may only apply to my crazy mind, but humor me and …
I don’t really have any girl drama to rant about. I’ll leave most of the relationship nonsense to Jessie for now, interjecting here and there when I’ve got something worthwhile to say. Which is rare anyway, so don’t hold your breath. I do have to agree that reading a book has somehow become next to impossible somehow. Actually that isn’t true. Recently I finished one. …
To pick up where we left off: The books is the 12 and the hooking up is the 3. I’ll explain since this is a blog. It is very, very hard to read any more than 10 pages of a book without falling asleep after a long day of work. Also, many books are very boring. Still, I’m very committed because reading is extremely important …
My “The New Year” rant was referenced several times in “the old year”. Here is it – abridged because I have to add my “the new year resolution” rant to it and don’t want to alienate readers this early in the new year, as a point of resolution. Leading up to the turn of the year you hear, no less than twice a day, something …
Touche Pierson. Touche. One point, to start: -Well if it’s Che Chi and not Chee Chee than 9,500 Boston College students are mispronouncing. Write them a memo. Moving on. Agreed about the finding of the bottom line. Slightly off as it pertains to Deeb – who is Sam’s son (that was weird). 1. I haven’t had a rum and coke since high school. Rum makes …
We have developed this amazing ability to find the bottom line. What I mean is, when we’re on gchat sneaking conversation between people walking by our desks, we have to cut down our otherwise important and deep conversations to the bare minimum of questions and answers. Ask fast, and think fast. Sometimes the bottom line can be pretty brutal, though. There’s no grey area. Its …
My girls and I play a little game we call Deal Breakers. It’s simple. We go through the alphabet and assign one deal-breaker quality – something that would end a potential relationship with a guy- to each letter. A: acne, B: bald, C: cancer…and it goes on. It is a rousing game that results in heated discussion and, sometimes, hurt feelings. -“T: tattoo?! You’re saying …
I met a guy at my company Christmas party last week. Yes, I’m that girl. A girl who, after two + years in Manhattan would be open to meeting a guy in the check-out line of a Gristedes. A company function is not below me – it’s above me. Not the point – of this post at least. Guy was charming. Short-ish and ambiguously ethnic, …
We thought we had it all figured out. Until we discovered we hated our job after the first month, and a co-worker asked us out on a date, and we had to decide if “adult” hook-ups always include sex, and our first check bounced. That’s when we realized we were screwed. No more dorm living room forums, no more focus-on-your-life-goals courses, drafts that cost way …