Twenty-Something Year Old Journalist

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Essays, observations, and occasional investigations into the strange business of being twenty-something.

Essentially, I’m in my twenties. This is how I think. This is how I write.

  • California Chicken Cafe

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    I sometimes think about texting him. I won’t, but the thought still regularly passes my mind.  What went wrong? Did I do something? I thought we had a good thing going. A consistently good thing going.  I come over to his place, we take a walk, we order California Chicken Cafe, we get high and eat our California Chicken Cafe while watching whatever show or movie he was able to find on an illegal streaming service and then we have sex.  It was routine, and it was nice. We didn’t text much during the days where we weren’t seeing each…

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  • Leaving the Nest

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    I went apartment shopping the other day. Although I’ve never lived alone, it’s been my dream since before I even learned what dreams are. Some girls fantasize about becoming a mom, some about their wedding. I always fantasized about being alone.  Having to live at home (much like every other post-grad during such an inviting time to be post-grad), I couldn’t wait until the day I was finally able to move out. Unfortunately and relatably, my first corporate job didn’t pay me enough to move out, but the dream of being able to kept me going. Then I finally found…

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  • Title Here

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    Okay, let’s do this. I’m staring at an empty page on Google Docs, ready to write.  I’m always ready to write, but now that it’s just me and this blank Google Doc, it’s actually time to do it.  Should be easy enough. I’ve written plenty before. I have a whole blog for goodness sake, this isn’t a new task at all.  Physically, it’s probably one of the least taxing activities out there. Maybe there’s a risk for carpal tunnel, but I’m not so sure. Let’s just say that the risks to writing are pretty minimal.  I love talking. I love…

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