Category: NEW YORK
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A Day of Me
You know how some people love celebrating their birthdays by doing all the things they like planned by, well, themselves? What a horrible concept.
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Everything Is Terrible
Journalism, of course, has been getting a lot of crap from His Royal Cheeto (also known as: The Dictatingest Orangey Dictator, He Who Can’t Read Or Speak Good, and Damn He Racist). But to be honest, journalists didn’t really help themselves leading up to what is now what I call the Everything Is Terrible era.
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A Mosh Pit Full of Fist Pumps Episode II
2015 was such a whirlwind. A blur. A ride. An adventure. A spectacle. A blast. A rollercoaster. A peanut. Crap, I lost it. Let’s just say, a lot of stuff happened.
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New Year’s Eve, Party of Two
I’ve had my share of extravagant New Year’s Eves. But this year was the craziest one yet. There was booze and wild dance moves and fisticuffs and A ROUSING GAME OF SCRABBLE. OK fine. Franco and I stayed in because we’re old and that’s what old people do. And you know what? It was awesome.
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Angela Chase Is My Homie
I’m always in my head. Whenever something big happens, I imagine Future Me reflecting on that very moment years later in full-on Angela Chase mode, narrating every furrow of the brow, out loud and angst-filled—all while I’m living it.
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Hamsters
I shared a room until I was 18. It’s a great recipe for insanity—one I plan to gift my own hypothetical offspring. After all, with all this talk about future generations growing far more entitled, information being far more accessible, and the interwebs rendering state boundaries obsolete (and thus, expanding the pool of people you…
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I’m back
I got yelled at. I’d been back in New York for good, or at least as long as “for good” can be guaranteed by someone who moves a lot, for barely 20 minutes. And I got yelled at.