Here’s Your Holiday Gift Guide For The End Of The World
Ah, the holidays. The air is crisp, gifts are exchanged, and human civilization as we know it is barreling towards an impending apocalyptic doom. Someone pass the hot chocolate!
Ah, the holidays. The air is crisp, gifts are exchanged, and human civilization as we know it is barreling towards an impending apocalyptic doom. Someone pass the hot chocolate!
You know. That Fucking Guy. He tweeted a thank you to the women who confronted him about his sexual assault allegations, he lives on Reddit, he’s probably in a basement somewhere right now. That FUCKING GUY.
Packets of green tea, organic tofu snacks, and hand sanitizer! I am a glamorous New York City woman! JK, no, I am always carrying just a bag of garbage.
I want to at least attempt to look like I belong here — like, ohhh, yeah, another Netflix premiere? I am at one of these things at least four times a month.
Sometimes this is my brain while trying to write.
Hello and welcome to Third Wheel Rehab! We are basically like a spa for people who have spent the last several months (or years!) perpetually third wheeling their couple friends. Let’s soothe those nerves because now you know that dating is a mistake!
Overthinkers unite! *cue internal monologue of panic*
I am in a different city, and it’s fine, but I wonder if it’s bad that I’m always just thinking about the other one.
It’s fine! As the author of this article, I really won’t be that offended — I totally empathize with this behavior.
Thigh high suede boots for your dog. $872 (per leg).