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They Say That I’m A Dreamer…

Sometimes, on some days, I wish that I didn’t want more out of life. Sometimes I wish I could be content to know I am doing what society...

What Matters Most?

In continuation from my last blog, I was thinking about what I had written about people working harder for what they can buy than what...

Material for Your Material

I feel like what you are about to read is going to make absolutely no sense all together, but I have been walking around for a couple...

Structured Exploitation

I knew I was obsessed with Ed Sheeran for a reason. This morning I was on my way to work listening to the Elvis Duran morning show, as...

Enslaved by the Dollar Bill

Allergies have plagued me all of my life. But aside from itchy eyes and a few sneezes here and there, I pretty much never got sick. Ever....

Life, As It Begins

Quite a bit has happened since we last spoke, to say the least. I graduated from University, moved back home and landed my first...

Work, Souvenirs and Such

My days have become routine. I wake up, I go to work, I go back to my apartment and I go to sleep. There really is nothing much more to...