Can It Be?
I kind of love my firm. Today, it dawned on me. They may be feeding us all lines, but they are good lines, hook line and sink 'er.
It's ok to call me a sell out.
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I'm an aspiring expat because I'd love to live out my life abroad. I used to travel, and I used to write about traveling. Now I'm done with law school, done with my bar trip, and trying my best to be an adult. My life is no longer defined by juvenile law school drama, neither is it defined by the craftiness and domesticness that I want it to be defined by. Hopefully this is interesting nonetheless.
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- No, It Won't Do For NOw
- Perhaps...
- Career Stuff Or An Attempt Anyway
- Deconstruction
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- Patterns
- The Internets Can Be Creepy
- City Bitch
- But I Only Had Three Cups Today
- Commute, Redux
- Appreciation
- Tye Red
- Losing the Offer, Step by StepMaybe I should wait ...
- Holy Shitballs
- Stream of Consciousness, in Vagueness
- The Bad Sleep
- As Promised
- Good and Bad
- Can it be?
- Practicing My Confidentiality Skillz
- Death-Defying
- Spoiled!
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