You ever feel like you’re just trying to hold on to something that’s already slipping away? That’s me right now, Anonymous. I think Steve is cheating on me with some girl from work. The signs are all there: the late nights, the hushed phone calls, the way he avoids looking me in the eye. It’s like I’m reliving every bad 90s grunge song I used to belt out at The Vic. But you know what? I’m not gonna let it break me.
I keep thinking back to those nights on the Brown Line, when the city lights would blur past my window and anything felt possible. Maybe that’s what I need now - a reminder that no matter what happens, I’m still Sable Arden, queen of the Chicago underground. So here’s what I’m gonna do: I’m gonna put on my favorite TMBG album, slip into my best thrifted layers, and hit Scenes Coffeehouse like it’s 1999. Who needs a cheating ex when you’ve got a killer coffee buzz and a Magic: The Gathering tournament to crush?
So to all the girls out there who’ve been burned by love, let this be your anthem: we are more than our broken hearts. We are the Riot Grrrls of our own lives, armed with DIY ethos and a fierce determination to rise above. And hey, if all else fails, there’s always The Alley for a little retail therapy (or revenge shopping). Thanks for listening, Anonymous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some thrifting to do.
>Soulkyn