Hello Twitter world! I've started a blog - part fact, part fiction - about my adventures as a Yank in Dublin. I would be delighted if you'd subscribe. It's totally free - just pop your email in and you'll get my little letters in your inbox. ☘️🏉🇮🇪💚
The face of a woman who has cheerfully QUIT a job with an asshole boss and HR who would prefer she didn’t file a sexual harassment case against her colleague. Looking forward to regaining my sanity again. Phew.
Now that I have submitted 16 law school applications, I would like to say RIP to my savings account. It is reprehensible how expensive applications are. I emptied my savings account just to apply to law schools. It was worth it, and I'm excited, but also disappointed.
Picture the scene: you apply to your dream school. You get accepted. You are ecstatic. You tell everyone. Then they email you back to tell you it was an error and your application is still pending. Two months later...you get rejected.
Welcome to my day.
@katesquire
I did this, and I always wondered why I spent half of college sick as hell. College was so disgusting. I am horrified with myself...and everyone else.
I haven't posted the news to my "Real Life" social media but...I am absolutely delight to tell my Twitter Family that I am going to be moving to Ireland this autumn to attend Dubin City University's Master's in Creative Writing. I am so excited!!!!!!! 😁☘️🇮🇪
Serious question. What do you do if your boyfriend proposed and you HATE the ring?? You’ve got to wear the bleeding thing the rest of your life?! (I don’t have a boyfriend and haven’t been proposed to, this question just popped into my mind.)
Got my Master’s results and I am still rubbing my eyes in disbelief. Really proud and happy I took the leap to move to Ireland and follow my dream ❤️✍🏽📚
4 months ago I was still living in Washington DC, working a job in litigation I HATED, and feeling stuck. A week later everything changed. I packed up in 8 weeks. Now I am living & studying in Dublin, chasing my dream of being a novelist, playwright, editor..! The sky's the limit
Ok the final look. Have felt like absolute and utter shit the last week so I thought the solution would be to get dressed up and have a drink with a friend.
Am I allowed to request kind thoughts and wishes for a difficult situation that is 100% my own fault for putting myself into? If so, please send my way.
I should be able to live my life without being harassed, groped, or sexually assaulted. I love being adventurous and spontaneous and independent. I should be able to do just that. I shouldn't have to second guess my every move. I should be able to be free to be myself.
Huh. How exactly am I supposed to react when I’ve told someone on here that I was groped by an attorney on here and a few days later, they post that they’ve got tickets to a baseball game with said attorney? Badly, right? I feel so sad and disappointed. And angry.
Eight years later, it has not stopped hurting. The good days certainly outnumber the bad and I’m so happy I kept going. This will never be an easy weekend, but for all women who have been through this—don’t give up. It gets better.
Labor Day is my least favorite day of the year. On this day, 3 years ago, my best friend raped me while I was unconscious. With the support of an incredible mentor, I made it to the other side. But for a really long time, I did not know if I would make it out alive.
2.5 hours at my parents’ before my dad said something nasty. Feeling thankful to be able to drive myself home now, to see these people 2x a year, and to live completely independently from my parents. My grammar is shit. Gobble gobble. 🦃🦃
Twitter friends…I have a medical procedure this afternoon that’s quite painful and a little scary—I would truly appreciate any good thoughts, or better yet, cute cat pics 🐱 ♥️
It’s been a LONG road to recovery since I injured my ankle last August. Finally ran my first 5K this week for the first time in 9 months. Feels so nice to be able to run again, and I am proud to see how the work has paid off 😊😊😊
So are we really supposed to work our asses off, move up an invisible ladder with no end (just for the sake of it), spend our whole lives exhausted, do what we like possibly .0005% of the time, maybe reproduce so our kids can do the same, then just die?
I am not about this.
COMING SOON. Don’t know how to tell that special someone how you really feel?
@heartsbyflea
will do it for you. Because let’s be honest, he’s probably a cunt x
All t-shirts are pink. No exceptions.
Saturday night I met up with a
#lawtwitter
acquaintance. Something I’ve done plenty of times with no issue. We have a good community on here. When I met him he was drunk, behaved very inappropriately, and groped me right next to his wife. DM me if you want his name.
Why is getting ahead so god damn expensive? What happens if I have an emergency? I could have used that money *in* law school, but instead I had to use it just to GET in. It is so scary and sad that to get ahead in this country, you need to risk financial ruin. WTF?
My absolute rock and best friend. I’ve no real reason to post this here except that I am overcome with love and appreciation for this wonderful man. Thank you for being the best (and being there on my big day!). Can’t wait for the adventures and laughter to come❤️🔥
It’s hard to believe a year and a half ago I moved to Ireland to chase a dream…and today, for the first time, I’m published. My essay, Capo Galera, is out now in the inaugural issue of the Belfast Review (
@belfastreview
) 🥰✍🏽🌊☘️
Well I haven’t hit the 3 month mark but the dr confirmed I have long haul COVID. Thus begins my new adventure treating a new mystery medical condition. I’ve spent virtually all of my 20s pretty sick from one illness. Guess it was time for another. I’m so tired 😔
Someone I loved very, very, very much. The world is so much heavier without you in it. We all believed you would live forever.
There is nobody in this world like Pierre Sprey🤍
Last week someone asked me how I’m doing and I said “really great, I’m actually really happy.” And for the first time in ages, I properly meant it and felt it.
That feels good. :)
I’ve now twice retraced my steps, asked my building and the coffee shop I went to earlier today with no luck. But anyway, if by some miracle someone in DC spots this earring, it would mean the world to me if you let me know.
The reality of chronic illness is that while I look fine and healthy or whatever I just lost control of my bowels and shat my pants for the third time this month. If that’s too disgusting for you to read, feel free to unfollow me. Trust me it was more disgusting to experience.
Can't wait for the day that I never work in litigation again. You all are a miserable lot in a miserable profession. Yes, this is an enormous generalization, and I don't care. I am sick of you. 😂