Jeanna
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Things to Come
Nothing dull ever happens at [redacted] even though most days pass at a slug’s pace. Friday, however. Man, fucking Friday. We often joke that life at [redacted] could fuel a television series for years—I imagine a cross between Seinfeld and The Office (UK or USA). And if our work life were a TV show, it Continue reading
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a dumb screenshot of youth
I don’t believe in soulmates. The idea of destiny having any role in who I fall in love cheapens the experience. Besides, the math doesn’t pan out for soulmates. The idea of meeting the one in your own backyard isn’t fate; it’s convenience. I’m enamored with the idea of “sole mates,” though. The idea of out Continue reading
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Blog Resolutions
https://www.instagram.com/p/BOtJUAeACzF0myYTflMF-WPj6sg9JYoedkgUNo0/?taken-by=ennui_prayer My last post detailed personal hopes and goals for the new year. This post details blog hopes and goals for 2017. And while I know that my blog resolutions (blogolutions?) in the past crashed and burned before they got started, I remain semi-hopeful that this year will be different. As most of you know, Continue reading
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It Never Fails (Three Micro-posts)
It never fails. I’m sitting in front of the refrigerator, staring at the oblivion that lies within; legs sting from exertion from my job, but the only thing screaming out is my stomach. And it’s right there in front of me like siren and her sweet, seductive song. The cool air brushes past my sweaty Continue reading
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Lessons in Love & Loss Pt. 1
Dear Jeanna, I see us in the faces of young lovers. And a cynical smirk might brush past my lips whenever I see these post-adolescent paramours. The way they exchange glances at bookstores while browsing Kafka. Or the way the world melts away as they hold hands in the library. I still see us in Continue reading
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Of the Sea
What the hell am I doing here? I scan the crowd looking for my dance partner, but she’s lost in the sea of tallness. This is the curse of being short. Even the dance instructor is hidden from my sight. I find it difficult to follow someone’s lead when he isn’t visible. The option of Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 