Amid the panic-inducing daily updates on our tanking economy, the rapid spread of COVID-19 and parents learning Tik Tok dances in quarantine, there is a beacon of hope: now is the perfect time to give yourself bangs.
Giving yourself bangs is truly a genius way to lead your growing anxiety astray. The moment you see your own hair falling into the sink, your worries will transition from all things coronavirus to, “OH FUCK WHAT DID I JUST DO TO MYSELF?”
We could not have asked for a better time to try out experimental haircuts — this quarantine could continue until…
Learning to say, “I just don’t feel like it.”
I am not good at going out with friends, and never have been. I’ve put varying degrees of effort into trying to force myself out with friends or coworkers after work or on weekends, only to feel an overwhelming sense of dread and misery in the hours leading up to the event in question.
Despite this, I continue to commit myself to engagements in hope that if I make myself go to these things, it will become easier and easier and in time I’ll change into a less “antisocial” person. …
How our nation’s beloved parks are affected during the longest federal government shutdown in U.S. history, and how we can make the impact less detrimental
I want to ask you to keep this great wonder of nature as it now is. I hope you will not have a building of any kind, not a summer cottage, a hotel or anything else, to mar the wonderful grandeur, the sublimity, the great loneliness and beauty of the canyon. Leave it as it is. You cannot improve on it. The ages have been at work on it, and man can only mar it…
In 2013, I was 22 years old and fresh out of film school. I lived in a studio apartment with my boyfriend and worked part-time in retail. In my spare time, I scoured Craigslist for side gigs in the film industry.
A post titled, “Paid Internship” caught my eye, and I promptly submitted my candidacy:
“I’m looking to get involved with production, and I also have some experience with writing. I’ll do anything, really, even coffee runs.”
I’ll do anything, really, even coffee runs.
Those words haunt me.
I was hired as a production assistant on a low budget indie…
I read a blog post the other day, in which the blogger described that she’s in a “shopping freeze” until February.
This means that she sets a budget for herself, in which she can only buy a select few cute clothing items per month, rather than a fuckload.
I found this quite amusing.
I can relate because I too am in a bit of a shopping freeze of sorts, but this freeze isn’t just limited to compulsive trips to Urban Outfitters. I’m in an existence-wide spending freeze.
Existence-wide spending freezes are what happens when you look at a utility bill…
Most of your acquaintances need Facebook to alert them that it’s your birthday, but not me. I knew that shit already.
We haven’t spoken in about 8 months, but I thought I should go ahead and text you Happy Birthday!
This little note, although short and sweet, is chock full of implications about what our relationship was and has become, which I’m sure you’d love to think about while celebrating your birthday with actual, current friends and family. You’re welcome!
Firstly, my texting you “happy birthday” reveals that I still know the date you were brought into this world by…
I buy books like a fucking rich person.
By no means am I rich, well-off or even comfortable, financially. However, there is one outlet in my life where I feel the guiltless obligation, for the sake and wellbeing of my mind, to spend a whole lot of money with reckless abandon. And that’s buying books.
When I covet a title, new or old, I have an insatiable desire to own it and store in on my Ikea Kallax multipurpose shelving unit. There is a burning desire inside me to slowly grow what will become an amazing future home library.
I already searched for jobs in Fort Collins on Indeed to check out the market.
Vacation, here we come! Jimmy and I are headed to Fort Collins to immerse ourselves its culture, history and modern frontier lifestyle. The plane ride was shit and my sciatica is flaring up due to our economy seating on Frontier Airlines — no leg room!
We’re at our Airbnb! It’s a modular house with a very interesting minimalistic design. The trip was so worth it for the view from its pristine, modern windows. …
Lily lives & works in Austin, TX. She holds a degree in film, which she’s hardly utilized since graduating. She is often mistaken for a Scandinavian person.