One whiff of that distinct Bath&Body Works Pumpkin Apple hand sanitizer and I'm immediately transported back to sophomore year lunch, where I eat a bag of skinny pop then take a nap right on the table. I'd wake up then complain about the bright light, earning a hangover joke or two from peers. Or when we'd violently engage in a non-friendly game of ERS, leaving our hands bruised and bloodied on th... » Continue Reading
The girl sitting across from me at Cougar Grounds got here just now. She opened up her laptop, whipped out her notebook, and swiftly delved into vigorous note-taking with an assortment of colored gel pens. Not a moment wasted and she's in the zone, she's wired in. I used to have those pens. This isn't the first time I've realized my former will to academically overachieve has unsettlingly crashed ... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, when I think too deeply about the oppression of women and the way that men exist, my aura becomes very...decentralized. My peace of mind is disturbed, my chakras unaligned, you get the idea. Moreover, I've found the only proven remedy to the intense rage and entrapment I feel is to listen to the dulcet sounds of the Mitski scream. If you are a woman, I'd recommend tuning in to her as yo... » Continue Reading
In an effort to delude myself into living my best Carrie Bradshaw life, I'll be treating this blog like my weekly sex column. Except, it's probably not going to follow a weekly schedule. Nor is it about the Manhattan sex scene (not exclusively, at least). Today, I'm starting with my overall internal quarrel. I've changed. I'm still pensive and pretentious, but not over the same things anymore. I'm... » Continue Reading