Caitlin

Teenage Waifland

August 25, 2008

I am surrounded by cigarette pants and collarbones. My mornings have become a Calvin Klein ad, wherein the lankiest of boys walk around the sparse apartment we share together, clad in only their Marky-Marks and looks of distressed ambiguity.

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Dear Exxon-Mobil

August 18, 2008

Dear Exxon-Mobil, THIS IS NOT HATE MAIL. I used to walk to work everyday. It was a beautiful time in my life, only compromised by the nerve-racking days when I was obliged to buy new Chuck Taylor’s. It might sound odd, but within in a week of buying work shoes, I was sure to be [...]

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Paunch and Circumstance

April 14, 2008

Having been without gainful employment for the last three months, my trips to the grocery store have been infrequent, replaced by a daily pilgrimage to the quickie mart for cigarettes and the occasional hot dog. I used to loathe the grocery store. Every week, I’d walk up to the storefront thinking this time, it’ll be [...]

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