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I got a degree in English and a minor in History (because I did't want to take Econ (ew)) and I wanted to be a high school teacher. I would probably die alone in my tiny stuffy apartment (since a teacher's salary blows, I would choke on a Lean Cusine dinner or be crushed to death under a mountain of shitty student papers. And then, but 30 cats would eat my dead body...

I need to stop watching so many crime shows on Netflix...

But seriously, I'm not a teacher now and at 25, I don't really even feel like much of an adult now.

The fear of missing out comes and goes. I want to be out there experiencing things, like a new happy hour hot spots while I flirt over sugary cocktails with a tall, dark and handsome stranger (who is not a rapist). But the reality is that I work in a (mostly) boring job, in an industry I never thought I would be in. I essentially live paycheck to paycheck and I'm far more comfortable in my sweat pants than in a LBD out flirting (which is also I skill I do not possess).

This is an experimental blog, where I can trap my thoughts and various misadventures of being a single female living in the city. Oh does that sounds like HBO's Girls? Good. Because I love that show.


Let the games begin...