A few years ago, I was totally underwhelmed with my life. I spent most of my evenings crying over my ex and attempting to numb the pain with an overconsumption of sandwiches.
So many of your tagged Facebook photos have had to be deleted for professional reasons that you now have put an approval filter on them, just to streamline things.
Cook a steak, draw a pirate ship, write a poem, take a photo of the sky, whatever. Make something to feel good about.
At any given moment, at least two of my coworkers are involved in a sexual relationship. Put thirty young, attractive people in a room together week after week and it’s bound to happen.
The Boy didn’t text me back, and my feminist principles seemed to flow away from me the more I drank.
2. Parkour H-O-R-S-E
4. The I Can’t Wait To Get Home, Put On My Softest Pants And Do Nothing Person
Put together a playlist of nice, soothing dinner party music like Billie Holiday or John Coltrane. Jazz! Like adults listen to!
When I have headphones on and I fart thinking no one else can hear it like an idiot.
I’m going to casually mention an ex-boyfriend just so he knows that other people have loved me before.