Monthly Archives: September 2013

It’s Happened.

It has finally happened. I have become the pessimistic son-of-a-bitch I have always dreaded.¬† My best friend texted me saying that as of Friday, she was no longer single. My very first thought was an image of me holding her … Continue reading

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The problem

I’ve figured it out. I know why all my relationships end in disaster, and I know why I can’t keep myself interest in a guy for more than a few weeks. Ah, revelation feels good. You see, when I first … Continue reading

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No Friends after 5 Weeks.

I hate people who complain about not having any friends. Sweetheart, have you even tried? As an RA, this is one of the main problems I run into. A resident comes to me, all depressed and feeling alone, telling me … Continue reading

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Confessionals

Yesterday I told my big brother something, and he was very taken aback. The confession? I want to date a Deaf boy. The minute that came out of my mouth, my brother blurts out “You’re a sick fuck!” over the … Continue reading

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Undeserving

Last night I had a resident ask me to edit her paper for a peer review. I obliged, and she brought me five notebook pages filled with blue ink. She told me the prompt was “A Life Changing Experience”, and … Continue reading

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A Phone Call With My Mother

Many times, when I call my mother, the conversation is pretty light. We ask about each other’s day and complain about how tired and bogged down we are, or about the people in our life. But fairly light conversation. Just … Continue reading

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There is this boy.

There is this boy. He is sweet and funny, he gets on my nerves like no one else can. He is accommodating and he tries really hard. When I am sad, he comes over, gets me chocolate, and says to … Continue reading

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