if you want to be a baker, you bake. you are constantly trying new recipes. your jeans are tighter than they were last week, despite the fact that you throw away more than you eat.
i want to be a writer. but i've discovered something about myself, and that is that i never write. it's interesting how school turns writers into anti-writers. and readers into anti-readers. what is this all about? sure, occasionally i've been inspired by a certain book or paper. it takes minutes to read, minutes to write... but, in general, i don't write anything but page-long iMessages and tweets (which is why i recently deleted my twitter).
here i am, writing with full punctuation, but no capitalization (capital letters are intimidating and aggressive to me. i honor them in all formal writings, but i'm really no fan of capitals in online text). this will be a blog dedicated to everything and anything i want to talk about. a collection of bleach blonde hair, camouflage pants, a golden retriever, and small notions of my new life in the city of chicago.
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