Brianne Hogan

brave. bawdy. decidedly not depressed.

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Last week was my imaginary ex-boyfriend's birthday. January 2, to be exact. I only know this because Facebook told me so. I had forgotten about him.

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I’ve decided that I no longer want to depend on an exchange of cultural consumption or “comparing lives” currency in order to feel good about myself.

accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.

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

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For a long time, romantic love was an esoteric thing to me that I assumed would occur eventually, like taxes and having your clothes dry-cleaned.

Three of my grandparents died within seven months of each other. And I didn't even have a driver's license.