To declare anything in entertainment to be “the new anything” is silly these days, especially when through instant streaming, it’s possible to experience pop culture anew at literally any time.
Sometimes people tell me it will help my anxiety to “be grateful.”
So even though we don’t really talk anymore and are completely over each other, I’m keeping the letters.
Put together a playlist of nice, soothing dinner party music like Billie Holiday or John Coltrane. Jazz! Like adults listen to!
Want to read a HUGE book about Abraham Lincoln? You’re in luck.
You’ve started finding Vincent D’onofrio very attractive.
But if I could get in a souped-up Delorean right now I’d travel back to 1981 to see the Minutemen and Descendents open up for Black Flag at the Cuckoo’s Nest.
I like to play Russian Roulette with my cholesterol by eating at least a thousand hard-boiled eggs dipped in salt. Fun!
When you feel someone is getting too comfortable, you purposefully call them by the wrong first name.
Ever put on your headphones and listen to this as you walk through the city and pretend you’re in a movie about your life? Nope. Me neither.