Chloe also has phenomenal taste in drinkware.
Ways in Which I Live Just Like Chloe: Those days when all I’ve got is one avocado in the fridge. And I’m hungover. Come to think of it, that’s all I need: a motherlode of omegas…
1. Slather the Sea Salt Caramel cream absentmindedly over and between your lips.
2. Feel your heart start to race from the unnecessary quantity of sugar in your blood.
3. Stare blankly into the abyss (in my case, the window AC unit).
And before you flap your lips, this is not about controversy or edginess. It’s not edgy or groundbreaking to regurgitate the same tired oppressive bullshit that’s led to the rape, murder, and enslavement of POC for CENTURIES.
Get your shit together.
I just found out about this. I am sad, I am so disappointed, I am not going to see her at SPIN in August anymore.
So glad someone finally made a mini-doc about this phenomenon. All the sisterly love!
P.S. Moved to Chicago 3 weeks ago now. Feel like I’m still getting my feet wet.
1. Excuse me—where are my protest sisters?! The revolution will not be masculinized, Yeezy. Not even you could get away with that, Jay.
2. A RAVE-TEST! A PRO-RAVE! (It makes for a cooler mashup in French: rêve-émeute.) This is like watching the two scenarios most emblematic of my alma mater occurring simultaneously.
3. This may not be the most original video, but it’s taken the song to a whole new level for me.
I ONLY PLAY THIS WHEN I AM DEPRESSED AND THIRTEEN, SO NO.
I had been emailing with this girl about a room in Chicago (before I found the one I’m about to move into!) who has my same full name, save for a different spelling of her first. Our last name isn’t very common (though it might be in some part of England), so naturally we’re curious about each other. She just responded for the first time in five days, and says that she writes stuff, too, and “feels like me coming to Chicago is an interesting turn of events.” She wants us to meet.
First Thought: “Wow. Well, I hope she’s sane enough that she isn’t prone to making violent displays in public when meeting new people. That would be my bottom-line criterion in choosing people to meet off of Craigslist.”
Second: “What if I’m about to meet my doppelganger?! And what if she’s not the chill type of doppelganger, like the deal Rudy has going in Misfits (where one stands in for the other in a pinch, etc.)—what if she’s on some Black Lodge-shit, and she’s fixing to steal my identity?! HOLY SHIIII—”
Ned Hepburn once wrote something about not being able to make it through breakfast without getting “shoulder-deep in whimsy.” It’s like 1:30 PM here. At 23, I definitely don’t feel I’ve ‘earned’ the title of ‘adult.’