Just remembered I used to have a column. Very, very briefly. Oh, boy.

The progression of events went as follows: they hired me; I wrote my columns to try and impress the boy I liked; he liked me; I stopped trying; they threatened to fire me; one day later, the newspaper folded. I hope you have all learned a valuable lesson about calling me out when I don’t give a shit. 

I’m going to post a few of them once I find the old logo (drawn by Todd Mein). I was 21 when I wrote these and really only cared about drinking coconut rum and dating men with beards.

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    gentlemen, Jill Morris.
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