Driving in Boston is a giant game of chicken designed to test your resolve and reaction speed.

The first month I lived in Boston I almost hit a pedestrian with my car.

We’re slowly and knowingly letting ourselves slide into the oblivion of not actually doing or being anything in a concrete sense, under the guise that being undefinable is freeing.

Happy New Year!

Only you can prevent creepiness.

People are strange, when you’re a stranger. And even when you’re not.

A job faux-pas leads me to suspect I’m not that funny.

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Recently my friend Katie and I were having a discussion about love in the future; mainly, that no one will fall in love randomly …