This year was a false start. I moved to New York, only to get a job I don’t quite like, make a boyfriend who was a real jerk, move into an apartment that wasn’t livable, and make friends who I can’t quite stand. The song of the year, I guess emotionally, is “A-Punk.”
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Why is it “easy” to blame the victim? In other news, I won a raffle at my Christmas party, live in a wonderful and cozy house without internet, and read before bed instead of feverishly clicking around XTube. This will pass, but I’m enjoying seeing how the other half lives. I still have a crush on someone at my office, and yet another person at the bar trivia night I go to. Both...