PS: I Hate You

by Lauren Connolly

But again, it’s not about the person in the sweatshirt. It’s the piece of clothing itself that I find comforting. I’m a sweatshirt slut.

and an engulfing fisherman sweater that I pretend Chris Evans gave me from his personal closet.

Really, none of the southern states hold much appeal for me.

Same--for other reasons though

The guy runs full marathons. For fun. Fucking weird, if you ask me.

“Don’t bother praying,” he mutters. “Just say my name.”

Is it hot in here???