This Blog

...is a thorn in your side. You can't read it, because it makes you question the choices you made in your life. This blog confirms the idea that you fear most, that keeps you awake for countless hours at night. It forces you to realize that those four years at your sterile, highly reputable liberal-arts college were fruitless. You majored in English literature and doubled in creative writing with ambitious dreams of one day ending up at a coveted job with a publisher in NYC. This blog isn't for me. It's a constant reminder to you and a big middle finger to those that think they are the institution and the major that birthed them into the real world. It probably really pisses you off that I work on Wall Street. So what have you got now? A dependency on weed, scotch, a desire to dabble in LSD, that worn leather bound diary, a half-written novel with all of those perfectly placed semicolons, and the nauseating reality of knowing that I exist. You hate me, and that puts a smile on my face.