too late to stop now

I moved to a new apartment, and a lot of my friends moved away, so I am drawn to the allusion of solidarity that blogging provides for a recent college graduate navigating the banalities of a first job, first apartment, and an abysmal salary while trying to remain committed to pursuing social justice. What follows is a desperate attempt to create an outlet to express my opinions about things my mom is sick of hearing about, over which I have little authority to comment, with the hope that someone can relate.