Valentines 2015
feelings and cursive are still not my wheelhouses:
http://bzfd.it/1An0wLY
trying on a metaphor
One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

shark vs the universe

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Kaledo Art
wallacepolsom

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noise dept.

#extradirty

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin

titsay
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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@andisharavsky
Valentines 2015
feelings and cursive are still not my wheelhouses:
http://bzfd.it/1An0wLY
Life is really hard and people are mean
Let me help you with some objectively bad advice I wrote for Splitsider:
How to Develop a Thicker Skin
Did you guys know I'm not great at drawing or feelings?
Here's some proof:
BuzzFeed: 12 Homemade Valentines That Won’t Terrify Your Casual Hookup
Reductress/Thought Catalog
Reductress is the first and only fake, satirical, and totally awesome women's magazine. I wrote this piece for them, which then got picked up by Thought Catalog! Cool! I also slipped and fell into a dirty puddle of snow water tonight, so I guess life is about balance or whatever!
You can't accuse me of not having any long-term goals
because I currently have 250 Belly points at 7-Eleven, which is only 1,250 Belly points away from a SLURPEE TRUCK PARTY, and I will probably achieve that before I pay off my student loans.
HEY READ THIS CAUSE I WROTE IT
nothing makes me more self-reflective than a rumored NSYNC reunion
12 Of NSYNC’s Greatest Hits Updated For Their Now Twentysomething Fan Base
I have the kind of lactose intolerance
where you cannot tolerate a life without cheese even though it's slowly destroying your digestive system.
sometimes
you're like, "this canvasser I'm approaching looks eerily familiar." and then you're like, "we've totally messaged each other on OkCupid." and then you're like, "IS THE UNIVERSE TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING?" and then you're like, "I'm gonna cross the street and get a bagel."
ERIC GRAU IS THE BEST
My friend Andi and her sketch group, The Interns, competed in a sketch group “cage match” tonight and they won! Their show will get a three week run at Stage 773! Heck yes!
I'm on Splitsider today!
I wrote a weird thing about my issues with anxiety! And now I have more anxiety because people are going to read it and think I'm weird. ART, y'all.
http://splitsider.com/2013/01/my-anxiety-sends-a-letter-by-andi-sharavsky/
accidentally wearing all black and a big scarf
in case anybody needs someone to teach theater games at their nursing home today
I JUST HAD THE WORST THOUGHT
Ok wait. So what if I have a child, and then one day we watch "The Producers" together so I can introduce him/her to Mel Brooks, and then he/she says, "So it's like if someone got their indiegogo campaign fully funded, but then took the money for themselves instead of starting a literary magazine!" and then I have to kill my child. The future is terrifying.
homehomehomehome
In philadelphia for the week visiting my family! A guy on the plane asked if the sea of Notre Dame fans I accidentally sat in was my family. I said "No" a little too bitterly and I think he thought I was just their weird, angsty daughter. I guess silently reading Jonathan Safran Foer while wearing a plaid shirt is a convincing "black sheep" look.
just superglued my shoe back together
in case anybody needs a cobbler or reassurance that their life is in perfect order by comparison.
2013
is the year I am officially giving up pretending to like sports for boys, unless I have hard evidence that a boy is pretending to like... I don't know, the Time Traveler's Wife for me.
in which my dear friend and roommate reconsiders his fondness and respect for me as a person
charlie: wait... have you not done laundry since we moved in?
me: ...no.
charlie: how is that possible?!
me: I only do laundry when I run out of underwear, and I have a lot of underwear.
charlie: I do NOT believe that you have enough underwear to last you the two and a half months we've been living here.
me: I have enough underwear for two months.
charlie: we've been living here for two and a half months.
me: right.
charlie: oh.
in which my mother is both sassy and wise
me: someday I'll live in an apartment with exposed brick. exposed brick says "adulthood" to me.
mom: really? more than having clean laundry? touché.