Impulsiveness. It’s the scourge of the Aries, a type of marked characteristic that likely defines murderers, thieves, and people really bad at calm, stable, interpersonal…
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I ignored it the first time, not wanting to make the conversation awkward for either of us, but the second time the topic came…
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“I looked up Rihanna’s red carpet outfits for inspiration, and I loved all of them because her style is my style.” Alexis Carter was a Baltimore…
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There is, on the part of my computer’s hard drive dedicated to a Gmail account, a handful of folders I cannot let go of, filled…
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I’m standing in the lobby of a tattoo and piercing parlor on 2nd Avenue, my hair freshly blown-out and blonde from a four-hour salon appointment,…
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They’re playing baseball in McCarren park and I am immediately hit with the dusty smell of my childhood: dirty gloves, pebbles in bat bags, the…
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The white girl with the blonde cornrows and the sleeves of tattoos is dancing in the corner, her feet prancing from right to left, blankly…
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“Alright, I’ll take Henry, Nicole, Jenny, and Gina.” The casting director is peering over her glasses onto a clipboard, that familiar sheet of paper that…
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Here’s a story: Girl walks into a bar. Girl sees her friends. Girl walks straight towards her friends because, man, these people are awesome! Girl…
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After the ’94 Northridge Earthquake, we had to remodel our house. Though it hadn’t been flattened like many of the parking garages just five miles…
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White and green. That’s the color scheme of Gillian’s wedding. Really deep emerald, she adds. Very country club, I offer. She tells me about the…
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I did it. I bought another fancy bag. My second “grownup bag” of my entire life, purchased almost a year to the day of my…
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