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I wonder if this chick knows how Dada she's being right now?

A recent college grad with a whole host of mental instabilities attempts to live out her dream of being a playwright/actress... yeah, it's one of those blogs.

If you haven't checked out my blog lately you should. Mostly because I'm hilarious but also because my latest post contains a defense of Wikipedia. XOXO LRB

An 8tracks mix for the recently graduated.

Latest post on my "big kid" blog. For the monetarily challenged.

The latest post on "Sarcasm, Self-Deprecation, and A Streetcar Named Desire."

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New post on my "Big Kid" blog... the title is pretty self-explanatory.

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"Sarcasm, Self Deprecation & A Street Car Named Desire"

In that moment, lying in the grass in blue jean shorts and a red pullover with the sleeves pushed up, trying to choke back the eternity that welled up in her throat, Nicole began to see her life as a series of writing prompts. The events were out of her control, set by some chalk-fiddling MFA professor, but the reactions were hers to scribble on notebook paper with a mechanical pencil. How does your character deal with getting fired from her first job? Breaking up with the love of her life? The death of her best friend? Thinking about things this way allowed Nicole to float above herself, to see the scared little twenty-something-year-old girl in the red pullover and realize that she needed a God of sorts. And then she saw herself swallow and look up as if she sensed another presence. Things hung like that for a moment, suspended in the fossilizing summer air. Nicole looked at herself looking at herself and saw the world as an almost blank page, marked with the occasional pen scribble to remind everyone that some things are un-erasable. I am unemployed. Sam loves someone else. Sophie is dead. But the rest remained blank, ready to be inked in, daring Nicole to begin. And then Nicole heard herself telling herself that she would: she would pick up that mechanical pencil, fill in the blanks of her life, finish her MFA and... eventually... visit Sophie's grave. It's not like anyone else is going to do it for me.