Brianne Hogan

The cards showed me the Tower and the Ten of Swords, which is basically bleak shit worthy of jumping off a tall building.

The chin hairs were the first hint of my impending senior discounts and early-bird dinners.

The turkey was rubbery. The mac ‘n cheese was cold. But somehow the meal was delightful.

brave. bawdy. decidedly not depressed.

I've cried on subways from Toronto to New York. I cried bombing an interview, going to a party that I didn’t want or because my sweater was itchy.

Dry humping my pillow and imagining it was David Duchovny seemed a much hotter alternative than doing the real thing.

Come, fervent readers of smart, witty blogs.

From fierce bunnies to books, Sonja rocks the art world.

accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.

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