On a snowy day in April I came to this planet and I’ve somehow managed to keep myself alive for a couple decades. More impressive: I’ve kept a dog alive as well. Brutus might not be a show winner, but he is a jerk and steals my food.

Brutus and I live in Boston where, after many years avoiding a “real job” by meandering through empty academic pursuits, I’m now sitting in a cubicle for a job which makes me want to drive my head through a wall (thankfully, it provides pretty good insurance that’ll cover that concussion).

Seriously jobs are the worst…said a girl who has a cushy job and insurance and a blog. Ugh, sometimes I gross myself out.