Ariel, Interrupted

Ariel’s seventh grade teacher Mrs. McCarthy–she’s divorced now and has a different last name–always told her to write something interesting because grading papers can be fucking boring. That’s the same way she feels about emails.

I Wanna Get Drunk At Think Coffee
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I Wanna Get Drunk At Think Coffee

In 2014, coffee shops across New York City decided to take the definition of a brew bar all too-seriously. Here, our resident poet laureate, Ariel, whose work has been described as “Susan Howesian” and “criticism as form of poetry,” (citation pending) meditates upon a subject previously limited to the superfluity of Tao Lin’s literary musings.

For Sam
Ariel, Interrupted

For Sam

Mediocrity strikes again as the semester draws to a close and GPAs are calculated. But as long as GPAs keep being read like golf scores, Ariel will keep crankin’ out posts.

You don’t know how to Internet
Ariel, Interrupted

You don’t know how to Internet

First there were film snobs, then indie film snobs (and we weren’t sure if life could get much worse), and now in the wake of modern existence there are internet snobs. The Internet has been around longer than 5 Seconds of Summer – don’t you think it’s time you started doing it correctly?

It’s That Beautiful Time of Month, Ladies! — RENT
Ariel, Interrupted

It’s That Beautiful Time of Month, Ladies! — RENT

It’s time again to fork over your hard earned cash to that lovely, trustworthy landlord who is always so quick about responding to your dire needs, like: sending someone right over when your dishwasher breaks or turning the heat on right when the weather gets cold — because that’s what a landlord does, right?
Ariel needs to get to work because if she doesn’t pay, she will definitely be hearing from her landlord.

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