In the midst moments
There is nothing worse than the slow agony of overthinking every decision you ever make. In the past few weeks, everything fell apart. My roommates and I got a 60-day notice to vacate our apartment. The owner wants to gut and strip and repaint and refinish the apartment and then rent it out at a
Sometimes the days just start running together. I wake up, I work, I work out, I work more, I go home, I eat dinner, I shower, I sleep. What day is it? It’s Wednesday, I think. It might be Monday. Maybe it’s Thursday. Does it matter? Well, yes. I like Thursday better than Tuesday because
You know when everything in your life inexplicably revolves around one thing? Like, WHAM! POW! Pay attention to this! For me, lately it’s been the kind of life I want to live. And death. I’m reading They Both Die at the End, a YA book set in a world in which people get a phone
[This post deals with disordered eating and isn’t recommended reading for people who are easily triggered.] It’s Sunday morning, and we are on a mission. After an unforgettable night in a field in middle-of-nowhere Pennsylvania, where we reenacted the paper lantern scene in Tangled with approximately 11,000 other people, the four of us—college friends scattered
A plaintive wail shakes me out of sleep. I glance blearily at the clock—6:45 a.m. swims into view. “No, Sammy,” I mumble, and snap my fingers ineffectually. My cat moans again and scratches at my doorknob from his perch on my desk. (His clever way of circumventing the somewhat impenetrable barrier of pillows and blankets