“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” The captions of a tired mind as it lays awake on the pillow, a prisoner inside the skull not allowed to switch itself off ...
Before I met my best friend, Lena, my idea of decorating my walls started and ended with a dancing Terrapin tapestry that I’d picked up at my local mall’s Rainbow ...
The last time I encountered a bean bag chair in the wild, drinking ten Genny Lights on a Sunday morning at a dirty fraternity house was still my idea of ...
In the past three years, I’ve moved five times, dragging my same dingy rugs from apartment to apartment. Sure, I’ve vacuumed and spot-cleaned them—and fumbled through the ol’ front porch ...
You work hard. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you do the absolute bare minimum. Either way, I’m not here to judge. I’m simply here to extoll the absolute joy of ...
“Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen, Pour myself a cup of ambition…” Dolly Parton nails it every time someone pushes play on 9 to 5 and ...
Waking up sucks. Unless you’re one of those rare, enviable unicorns who pops up from your cozy pillow in the morning as fresh as a daisy, then you know what ...
Most of the goods I bought for my dorm when I was an 18-year-old entering college were crap. Scratchy, thin towels, a flaccid pillow that was a torture device at ...