Fruit Loop wanted

Love Letter to Nobody in Particular

Dear Cupid, You seemed to have missed me this past Tuesday. It would appear that Feb. 14 has come and gone without your arrow leading me to the love of my life. It’s possible that my many eager suitors overwhelmed you when they were begging you to stick it in
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Nowhere to go but everywhere

Back to Straya

Last weekend I was sitting on my bed and binge-watching Netflix for the umpteenth time, carefree and very content with my present situation. It wasn’t until Netflix thoughtlessly checked in with me to ask if I was “still there” that I caught myself in the realization that I had not
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Lub dub

Meatless Wednesdays

I’m at risk. I inherited this. I sure as heck didn’t ask for it. But then again, I don’t think anyone did — no one ever does. My dad didn’t. My mom didn’t. My uncle didn’t. My brother didn’t. My grandmother didn’t. It’s in your control to a certain extent,
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The art of the deal

No Experience Necessary

“Customer service representative for Domino’s” is probably the most impressive part of my résumé. One time, I tried doing a ramen-eating competition and I got to the fifth bowl, which is not that bad. When Flappy Bird was still flapping its way into our hearts, I could get my score
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The life cycle of my edgy alter ego

It was cool at the time

I once secretly courted two lovers at the same time. Donning a light pink pea coat, I would meet the charming, stylish blonde in the coffee shop. We’d chat about snowball fights or the local dojo, and then I would excuse myself. I’d switch into a letterman jacket and hustle
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Drop it like it’s hot

Love Letter to Nobody in Particular

Dear Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Albert Einstein described insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And while Albert is far less intelligent than I am, I’ll have to agree with him on this one. In the realm of romance, in which Al presumably
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Homecoming

I’m a people person, there’s no doubt about it. I enjoy having face-to-face human interactions a lot more than having an online presence, and I would much rather meet you in real life than continuously text back and forth. Yet, I dread (and there’s really no other way to describe
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To Twitter, with love

Fake Out

Dear Twitter, You sent me a notification this week that it was my five-year anniversary on Twitter. Five years is a really long time, and I’m feeling nostalgic. Five years of tweeting isn’t long enough. In my mind, I can’t remember life without you. I just want to take the
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Meet Chill Girl

After Words

Meet Chill Girl. She was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan, but she’s very well traveled. She’s road tripped from Colorado to California and has friends in London, Spain and South Africa who frequently ask her to stay. She’s easily known and quickly adored.   She’s both intellectual and witty —
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Here’s to you, Mr. Nichols

For most of my high school career, I was not much of a reader. I was, however, a self-taught scholar of the online literary summary — SparkNotes, CliffsNotes, even some of the heavier stuff, such as WikiSummaries. I could summarize “Ulysses” in 200 words, “Crime and Punishment” in 100, “Pride
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