I am currently sitting in my cubicle on the 34th floor of the Hearst Tower…strange to think that a year ago, things were so much different. A year ago, my hair was a different color (and lacking bangs). A year ago, I was schlepping down to Providence twice a month...
So there’s this girl… Annnndd she’s beautiful and perfect and wonderful and I love her with every fiber of my being. Her name is Lauren and she’s been my best friend for almost 11 years. Anyway, Lauren recently transfered from her so-so life at Sonoma State University to Georgia Southern....
Remember that first post in July? This may look familiar… Jumping right in, I’m not a believer in New Year’s resolutions. I just think they tend to revolve too much around losing weight and looking better and petty bullpucky that sparks a temporary spike in gym and diet industry revenues...
I started writing more poetry during the excruciatingly late nights in the news room. While I waited for edits, I brain barfed uncensored poetry into gmail drafts and lazily sent them off to friends and critics. Some are more eloquent than others, some more passionate than others. Some rhyme, most...
The insert from my Christmas cards this year… a pretty comprehensive update on the goings on of my life 🙂 … My family tends to send out the obligatory “Daniells Family Update Letter” in July, but there’s been so much going on lately that I thought I’d send out my...
Back from hiatus (aka the most grueling semester of my life) and hoping to keep this baby a little more updated than it has been, I’m going to post a plethora of poetry, lists, updates, etc. And then I plan to hop back into my typical brain barf style and...
“Summertimeee and the livin’ is eeaazzyy..” Oh what a fantastic summer this has been. In a recent conversation with my mother, I said that my life is defined by my summers. I always have fantastic vacations, learning opportunities and personal growth. Honestly, I think oftentimes, I learn more during my...
Once upon a time, There was a post here. But I tread on some toes, So I had to take it down. Farewell, my first amendment freedom. … I should be a ballerina for all the dancing on eggshells I do. Sticks and stones are nothing compared to, words....
So there’s this boy… man? boy? I suppose he’s a 70-something manboy. Yup, that sounds pretty accurate. I’ve briefly mentioned this old fart before. But his name is James Francis Bunker. And my relationship to him is that he’s my dad’s college roommate’s old boss. Sounds kinda like that Spaceballs...
Ever noticed that in email conversations, the responder tends to mimic the style of the initial email? They take note of whether the address was to a full name (i.e. Ms. Daniells) or first, they mimic the language and conversation style, they even often copy the salutation at the bottom...