I’ve recently finished reading the novel Thirty-Two
Going on Spinster, about a thirty-something self-proclaimed “spinster” named
Julie who keeps living in the apartment in her parents’ basement for ten years
after college graduation, working the same corporate assistant job she doesn’t
like, reworking mathematical formulas and gossiping on the smokers’ balcony
with her work friend Brown.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Photos and the Future
When I date someone, I like to have very few photos of us together, especially on social media.
In this post, I go on to mention redheads, dancers, a cat and Beyoncé.
In this post, I go on to mention redheads, dancers, a cat and Beyoncé.
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