Every kid knows the feeling. You wake up, look out your window, and hope.
A friend was recently telling me about her relationship with a schlumpy dude. Each sentence was qualified by the medium of communication.
Listen ladies, no one’s buying it. Quit with the feisty-ness and party-fiendishness, alright? That’s our turf.
Just like how a lot of the best music isn’t on the Billboard Hot 100 or being released by Atlantic Records, a lot of the best books aren’t New York Times bestsellers or published by Random House.
Do you consider 8 a.m. to be early? If smoking on the patio counts as going outside, you’re absolutely an indoor cat.
Order a Coke or Sprite then spike it with whatever liquor you’ve brought from home.
For a long time I’ve dreamed of a world where everything could be taken care of via text. Whether it’s scheduling a doctor’s appointment, managing job responsibilities, or ordering late-night delivery, I wish I could send a text for whatever I needed, receive a personalized confirmation, and not be bothered anymore.
Constant engagement with music diminishes our experiences. Wearing headphones all the time means you’re in no longer involved with this lively world, where anything can happen.