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An Accidental Professional

I became a professional writer on accident. At first, I was just spewing drunken stories onto Twitter. When a friend suggested I compile these drunken stories into an extended format, then I started spewing them onto a blog I made up.

I published three blog posts before I was offered a paid writing job. You wanna know what wonderful, insightful shit I wrote in that third post? I bragged about how my friends and I drank all of Dillon Francis’ rider one night and then headed to the old Drai’s Afterhours spot where we blacked out. I detailed how I slipped my business card into Dillon’s shirt pocket at the show (I was very thirsty at age 22) and I posted photos of my shitty Forever 21 outfit to commemorate my look. My content depicted a fucking mess of a lifestyle, but it was written well. And via the power of social media, someone found and read that garbage and decided to offer me a job because of it. Continue reading


To Live and Fear Dying in LA

I’m hypersensitive to any instance when a man’s negative behavior impacts my own. I’ve tirelessly complained on my socials about having to avoid construction sites on morning runs in my neighborhood to avoid being catcalled. I’ve also tried that social experiment where I don’t move out of the way for men on crowded sidewalks and I will repeatedly run into them.

Stepping out of the way to avoid being touched is, on a basic level, self defense. I shouldn’t have to defend myself on a daily basis just because I am a woman. Continue reading

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25 Sitting on 25 Bills

Remember, like, a month ago when I said I’d be blogging here more often? Yeah, me neither.

I realized that I’m the most inspired to write when I’m upset. My best posts are borne out of sadness or frustration or anger. And I haven’t truly felt those emotions in a long time (despite what you might think from my frequent hate-tweets).

The last time I wrote a really great collection of stories two years ago, I was very close to depressed, I felt stuck in a bad situation, and I felt like every terrible thing that could happen to me, did. Now in LA, my life is nowhere near put together, but this time I don’t feel hopeless. Continue reading

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OMG it’s Me

Once upon a time, I was a blogger. If you’re reading this, you’re probably a super supportive friend of mine who clicked on the link from Facebook or Twitter. I doubt I have a following outside of those social outlets anymore, since my personal blog slowly lost momentum due to my neglectful posting habits and then basically blacked out completely around a year ago. But at one time, was poppin’. Continue reading