A newly discovered source of contentment for me has been drinking my coffee on the floor of my living room in my underwear. Sitting alone on the floor is like peeling off another protective layer. I don’t have to be a real person.
You hate it when they cancel on you or have to reschedule. Usually because you spend your whole day emotionally preparing to see them, and also because you have this tiny irrational, suppressed idea that you should be their number one priority forever and ever.
From anywhere in the house, you can hear the clink of their coffee mugs hitting the granite countertop of the island in our kitchen. I always find comfort in hearing those clinks because it means nobody has plans for most of the morning. I hate waking up to an empty house.
Dermatologists really love all Neutrogena products for any skin care concerns you may have, especially now that the world is ending.
The whole thing reminds me of a Joan Didion quote that I feel like I will later on be embarrassed I even put in here.
How I Successfully Manage To Avoid Revealing Anything Personal About Myself In Regular Conversation
I feel eerily calm observing the lives of strangers.
I feel bad about a lot of things, but I do not feel bad about my neck.
It happens to everyone. You’re in the middle of reading something on your lunch break and your heart sinks. Is this another millennial think piece on ‘Girls’?!?????
This is not going to be a think piece on how the internet is ruining dating or blah blah blah because frankly dating has always been horrible and nobody should doing it anyway. This is about how I’ve convinced myself that my one ongoing and long-lasting relationship is with the internet and he is the woooooorst boyfriend of all time.