She wears her insecurity on her sleeve, but the narcissism it’s wrapped up in has colored it more prickly than pitiful.
With so much available to us on the Internet, it seems, we’ve begun avoiding even the most mundane experiences of daily life. So, yesterday, I forced myself to look up and spell out what I was seeing, talking to myself essentially as a newborn.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to my Dear Diary posts.
Though Kanye has made it clear that this is the summer of leading, not following (or more specifically: being a dick, not a swallower) I can’t help but trail the crowd that’s […]