I went down to Office Services the other day to tell someone that after weeks of meticulously planning a surprise scrapbook, photography portfolio, and family album as a three-part present for my boyfriend’s birthday, I lost my phone, the wallet cover attached to it, and therefore my work ID card. Office Services is where my workplace […]
I have the ability to poop in any bathroom, whether it’s public or someone else’s private bathroom. I wasn’t aware that this was a skill until college, when my roommates would sigh about being unable to unload in our new apartment or in any foreign bathroom for that matter. They said they were uncomfortable to dispose […]
A lot of my pet peeves have to do with making plans with people. First: I hate it when people are inattentive to plan details. Ex: When I share all the information that needs to be shared–location, date, time, etc.–in a group chat or individual text, and people still ask me the day of, “Wait […]
Yesterday, I had to make a big decision that I thought would change my life. I am an aspiring editor and I received two job offers: one from an established publishing house where I have interned before, complete with a salary, but it was for a sales assistant position. The other was from a lesser-known, digital magazine, was […]
If she doesn’t respond to my invite out and it’s already been a few days, does that mean she secretly hates me and doesn’t want to be my friend? She’s ignored my texts before. Is she just a bad texter or is this all on purpose? Maybe I should try messaging her again? Would a […]
I try to tell myself that I don’t care for you anymore, but sometimes I still dream about you.
Months ago, I dreamed that I visited you in your dorm room at Binghamton. The room was revamped into Hello Kitty pink and plush. You let me sit on your bed even though I was wearing “outside” clothes and this time you didn’t scream when my jeans hit your laundry fresh blankets. Continue reading Dear Ex-Best Friend
- Feeling sorry for people, especially when it’s likely that they don’t feel sorry for me.
What I’m glad I stopped doing:
- Taking my dad’s criticisms seriously.