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On Tuesday, state Sen. Fletcher Hartsell, R.-Cabarrus, was indicted following an investigation into his use of campaign money for "private purposes."
Kiana Cole (English breakfast tea) and Alison Krug (a 5-Hour Energy on the rocks) are the writers of UNC’s premier (only!) satirical advice column. Results may vary.
Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm a trash millennial.
Tattoos are cool. Tattoos are art. Tattoos are something I wish I could get. Unfortunately, that won’t be happening any time soon for three reasons:
Where were you when Bug Howard made the catch?
In my first grade art class, we did a project where we painted waterfalls. Mine, a flowing beauty backed by a purplish-greenish-brownish sky and surrounded by a magical forest, I considered to be an absolute masterpiece — my magnum opus, the highlight of my career. The classroom was my studio; the school hallway, the MOMA.
Kiana Cole (living in London!) and Alison Krug (living in the basement of the journalism school!) are the writers of UNC’s premier (only!) satirical advice column. In this special edition of You Asked for It, Alison teaches you how to cope while your other half (of your satirical advice column) is living abroad and tries to turn this in for retroactive graphic design class credit. Results may vary.
My senior year of high school was a mess for a lot of reasons, and my Valentine's Day was kind of the best/worst example of that. I got up at 6 a.m. and drove to volunteer at my friend's 5K for charity, which she overslept for (I hate driving, running and waking up early, so this was a big deal). That night, I broke my curfew and got lost on the highway because my phone had died. Also, I was single.
Contrary to popular belief, I am a huge, mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey romantic.
Alison Krug (buried under homework) and Kiana Cole (classes haven’t started) are the writers of UNC’s premier (only!) satirical advice column. Results may vary.
By the end of high school, I was really tired of hearing about how I would use math in the real world. I was in calculus at the time and I wanted nothing less than to revisit those lessons after graduation (shout-out to Mr. Bridges, who probably should have failed me but didn't). Fortunately, I'm a social media manager for a college newspaper and I fulfilled my math requirements with computer science and public opinion polls, so that saying hasn't rung true yet.
I miss high school sometimes. I never thought I would say those words, but I really do. High school: the good ol’ days. Those days when I could be an unproductive member of society without feeling ashamed. Back when I could eat my body’s weight in Doritos in one sitting and feel like a proud mom to my food baby.
Stop playing yourself, kid. You saw two yellowish leaves hit the ground yesterday and you’re calling it fall. But you’re not fooling me. I don’t care if the first day of autumn is on the 22nd—until the temperature drops below a constant 90, the date don’t mean a thing to me.
I've never been able to keep a secret.
I'm clumsy and I've made my peace with it.
I have a truly impressive history of running for irrelevant public offices.
Kiana Cole (“London Calling”) and Alison Krug (collect calling) are the writers of UNC’s premier (only!) satirical advice column. Results may vary.
When I was about 5 years old, I got stung on the hand by a bee. After that, I would run away crying from anything with black and yellow stripes, whether it was an actual insect or a zebra I colored incorrectly during kindergarten.
I allow myself to watch one scary movie a year. ONE. What joy is there in watching weird little kids crawl out of wells and mirrors like freak-show contortionists? Instead of even trying to watch a horror film, I’ll just read the synopsis on IMDB so I can hold intelligent conversation, but I can promise you on Jason and Freddy’s graves that I have never even been in the same room as the DVD.