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Today is my 25th birthday. And do you know what I’ve realized? I’ve realized that life is made up of three things: memories, plans, and deep breaths. Memories are our past. Memories are moments that have ended, but that are ours to keep forever and ever. Memories are what connect us with who we were, [...]
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So I thought about it, and I realized that seriously, seriously, I’ve eaten macaroni and cheese almost every single day for the past two weeks. I tell people it’s because I’m on a legitimate journalistic quest to find the country’s best, which is maybe a little bit true, but I’m also pretty sure that that’s [...]
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The thing about being single in September of 2009 is that it’s a lot more fucking stressful than, say, September of 2003, when I was also single and just starting my freshman year at NYU. You know why? Facebook. And Twitter. And the ability to STALK GUYS LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. Back in 2003, when [...]
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I’ve been thinking a lot about my life lately, about the place where small details blur into big picture and wondering what, in the end, I most want to be remembered for. I bring this up in conversation one night, shyly, and tell him that I want to be known as someone who makes other [...]
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So the other day I was thinking that my life is pretty perfect, and that the only thing that could make it better would be getting a puppy. I had borderline orgasmic visions of playing with said puppy, walking said puppy, cuddling said puppy, and generally allowing said puppy to be cute all over my [...]
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