Tag: NEW YORK
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The Conversations I Never Have
‘Twas the season indeed. There was tinsel. Presents. The ability to listen to *NSYNC’s Christmas album—arguably their best and most amazing work, ever (I mean, who could forget JC’s “O Holy Night”? Lance’s super deep and perfect “YOU” when he sang “The only gift I wanted was you”? And the sexual undertones and overtones of…
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The Days So Far
I’ve been capturing things a bit differently now that Instagram has become my default channel. But this is still my favorite space for posting pictures. It’s a lot quieter. Which means, fewer people see what I post. Which means, I feel more free.
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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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Who Ever Ever’d
Life is kind of a whirlwind sometimes. Remember my San Francisco adventure post-work thing last year? Well, the same work thing is happening now, except in DC. But that’s not the only thing that’s happening. Some of my favorite people who ever ever’d are in town – Paul and Alex. Alex and Paul. You might…
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How to Lurk Without Dastardly Intentions
Lurking is one of my favorite pastimes. Sure, it’s often associated with creepiness, what with it also being the favorite pastime of shady characters with hooks for hands, red feathery sombreros and slender yet pointy mustaches. Sure, you’re probably tempted to follow up each mention with “in the shadows.” But lurking isn’t exclusively for dastardly…
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10 Things That Happened
There’s no guilt quite like the kind inflicted by an un-updated blog. It simmers, at first smaller than the smallest dust speck, until it eventually metastasizes into outright self-loathing. When this happens, I do what any writer would do when faced with a problem created by blank documents. I ignore it. I pretend it doesn’t…
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How to cross the street
You can tell a lot about a couple by the way they cross the street. On Saturday, I witnessed four coupled-up street-crossers in the span of about 30 minutes. That’s what happens when you’re strolling down Fifth Ave in search of the perfect suit. (The suit wasn’t for me, by the way. I spent most…
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My sister the dinosaur
It was the kind of day — no, week — when everything was just going wrong. The kind of week better spent in bed, curled up under my sheets, crying to something “Dashboard Confessional.” So there I was, utterly miserable, when my sister gchatted me. Elaine Omg hahaha A horrible pic of me got posted…
