For anyone focused on creative endeavors (being a comedian, writer, musician, artist) being able to afford health insurance is a real concern.

If it’s cold outside, he will tell you to grab his arm. But he will not offer you his coat. He will also attempt to give you a walking tour of your surroundings in an attempt to lure you into a corner and steal a kiss. It will probably be fucking cold, and you would rather skip this field trip.

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

Food costs are on the rise and it seems no one is getting paid more. The worse part about it is, the healthy food that gives you the energy to tread through the week, is …

I think a fair amount of what I’ve read about Millennials is smart. I agree that we are a generation unlike all those before.

It’s so easy to feel alone in the belief that your own “You are Here” sign is an unattainable distance from that “You Want to be Here” sign glowing in the distance. Lately, I haven’t even been able to see that neon spark. Nonetheless, I still find myself believing for that miracle.

I have to ask myself- is it an issue of standards, or if it just whether the glass is half empty or half full. I hope it’s not standards- because frankly, I’ve been able to keep them high this long and I hate the idea of backing down now. As for the glass- as of late- I’m guilty of not only seeing mine as half empty, but being aware of the crack down the side and the hole at the bottom where drops sometimes slip through.

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.