Frankie Takes On: The Weekend

Or: Take Me Back to Last Friday

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These days, all I ever want to do is sleep. I’ve yet to determine whether this is a sign of aging or a sign of laziness, but for the sake of coolness, let’s assume for now that it’s the former.

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Frankie Takes On: Life After College

Or: A Processing of Surprisingly Complex Emotions

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Attach my feet to the path I beat.

There’s something oddly surreal about holding some preserved artifact from three years ago. Bright, young faces, looking out of the pages, brimming with hope for a brighter tomorrow. Short write-ups that all sound the same, yet are supposed to convey some sort of unique personality trait for all of those faces. Vivid flashbacks of all the petty, life-threatening concerns you were so burdened with all those years ago.

I just got my college yearbook.

All of a sudden, taking this trip down memory lane doesn’t sound quite as fun as I’d hoped it’d be.

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Frankie Takes On: Kevin Garnett

Or: A Sloppily-Written Tribute for One of My All-Time Favorite Dudes

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It was only a matter of time, I suppose, before the inevitable happened. After 21 years of professional balling, my most favorite, all-time idolized athlete in the whole wide world! has announced his retirement from the sport.

I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me, but this news hits me all the same.

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Frankie Takes On: The State of My Face

Or: Chewing the Other Cheek

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There’s a growing sore on the inside of my left cheek and I suspect it’s because I bit it in my sleep last night. Legend says that we bite our cheeks when we’re anxious and burdened with worries.

Actually, that isn’t a legend, my dentist told me that.

But there’s an ugly bruise inside my mouth and nobody’s having fun, least of all myself, especially since I can’t eat anything without wanting to call the hospital to amputate the thing so it stops hurting so much.

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