I can’t help but notice my diatribes getting longer and longer… but that might be because I’m getting more desperate. Is the URL sendhelp.com available?
I don’t know, my life is kind of turning into a carnival, and I’m kind of losing control over the situation.
It has been one month since my return from the holy Motherland, and, IDK, you tell me how I’m doing.
I officially broke the seal today. I cried at work. In front of everyone. Anyone who has ever seen me in an office setting has seen me cry at least once, guaranteed. Maybe it was the anniversary of Paul Walker’s death. Maybe it was one of the thousands of times Leo took “an attempt upon […]
I needed this vacation.
A dispatch from the British Airways lounge at JFK, Terminal 7. I’m drinking miso soup and removing my work email from all my devices. I’ve parked my things on the table-top closest to all the self-serve free food. I deserve this, I whisper to my soul. I’ve been working nearly seven days a week for […]
If 2017 taught us anything, it’s that everything you love will die. This isn’t about the horrifying state of emergency in which we find our entire planet (see: U.S. national parks, Paris Climate accord, our oceans, sea turtles, polar bears, rainforests, climate refugees) — though, make no mistake, we are all royally fucked. Those are just […]
I’ve been meaning to write this post for over a month now, but it’s hard to get off the hamster wheel these days by ways other than an emotional meltdown or getting fired. Yes, the job is just as demanding as my first in New York City, but this time, there’s a quiet room if […]
This blog—my labor of shameless love and excessive misery—is now four years old. Truly, the miracle to be celebrated here is that I am neither dead nor imprisoned, impoverished, or running an underground Bejeweled gambling ring. I’m sure the burning question, then, is what I have to show for it.