Brianne Hogan

sommelier. noser. author. roxane gay fan.

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.

Real Names: Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

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.

Come, fervent readers of smart, witty blogs.

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

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.

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

Jenny Trout. Abigail Barnette. Jennifer Armintrout. Missing anyone?

accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.