Fuck. The real world and the virtual world have crossed over. I shamelessly exposed my blog to them and now, I can not longer scorn and bitch about them in a public forum. This could lead to some negative repercussions...So instead, I decided to do a little tribute about each of them, hoping that they'll read it and feel good about themselves for a brief moment the return to their bitter, self-loathing lives (only joking, kinda). I will specify that these friends are in NO particular order of favorites. And that no dirty secrets will be revealed, I can't go "Harriet the Spy" on all of them and have them hate me for writing down things observed in my journal. How about to keep it fair, I go in chronological order of when I met them? Caitlin Deirdre Lynch I decided to chose a picture where we look like utter and complete hotties, so that we can remember the good days. I met Caitlin in a very ambiguous year, sometime in preschool presumably, that it's so far...
Here I was, absent-mindedly looking for a copycat Boston Market Rotisserie Chicken recipe to cook in my new Instapot. I was looking at a blogger site for all things copycat recipes when I saw a link to my Blogger profile...Wait, did I have one these? Re-reading through these posts has been, without a doubt, truly hilarious and ironic. The words of 20-year-old me are so genuine, goofy and weirdly wholesome, despite the smattering of excessive profanity. My life could NOT be any more different than it is in these posts, but I am inspired to start it back up. My therapist and I have been exploring what cripples me to truly pursue what I want in life. As she says, a lot of it is "ancient shit" - some voice telling me that if I am not the best, I am not worthy. I've always wanted to become a writer, maybe not in the most traditional sense (novels, poems), but even sketch comedy or essay writing. Writing has always been an area of my life that I feel immense vulnerabilit...
Good morning to all! I am currently sitting on, what I to believe, is the shittiest 'L' car in the entire world. My friend Natalie and I take the red line from Loyola every Tuesday and Thursday for our two education classes downtown. I have decided to put together a smattering of anecdotes about our worst and hilarious experiences on the 'L' to date. I think I'll have Nat help me on this one. 1.Schizophrenia guy-So one morning, Nat and I get on the 'L' to go to class as always. It seems like a pretty normal day until a man, clearly insane, steps on at Belmont with a cigarette, fully lit and clambaking the passengers. As stated multiple times by the overhead voice of God on the 'L,' "smoking is prohibited on CTA vehicles" and its a huge taboo in public places in Chicago. Even well seasoned smokers know they must smoke 15 feet away from any establishment. So this guy gets on, and some brave yuppie has the nerve to please ask him to put ou...
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