“As soon as the sun starts hanging low in the sky, so many moods to follow. People who write textbooks call it ‘Seasonal Affective Disorder.’ I call it ‘just another reason winter sucks.'” Never fear: Sarah Murrell has the cure.
“It’s a common trope: girl wants to change hair color; girl has no money for professional dye job; girl dumps $10 box of bleach on hair; hilarity does not ensue.” A cautionary tale of a dye-job gone wrong from Sarah Murrell.
“The first tool I reached for was a razor, and dispatched with the new growth with a few relatively clean sweeps. One week later, I was stricken with a horrific combination of an ingrown hair and a fresh mustache now made of short, lopped-off, obvious hairs.” Sarah Murrell fights the good fight.
“Indoor tanning, in my opinion, is the closest you can get to actually staring down the barrel of a gun as it presses a molten lead round through your cranium, but slowed down by about a million percent.” Sarah Murrell apparently used to like that.
“If Dunham is trying to make a statement, the fact that she’s repeating an old one while the youth-obsessed culture congratulates her on capturing the zeitgeist is even more telling than the scripted story.” Sarah Murrell on the trouble with Girls.
“You could mope and whine your way through the course of the virus, or you could let this Punchlist take you on a fever-dreamed journey, beyond your immune system’s incompetence and into a sub-societal neverland of privileges bestowed only upon the very, very flu-ridden.” Rave on, Sarah Murrell.
Chaos and disorder, mayhem and locally brewed beer. You’re gonna need chicken soup after ticking off Sarah Murrell‘s to-do list. She’s got a plan for that, too.