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The moments you awaken me in a slight (erotic) panic when you bunch up and crush my windpipe are some of the greatest memories of my adult life.
Roy was always trying to make a quick buck. He had all the best schemes in high school, and he also never had any money when the bill came.
6:45 AM – The Indifference Rover has been located in the staff rec room where it was watching television. It has been returned to the rocket.
How could I possibly have known a nine-person BBC Earth production crew was spying on me from behind the glory bushes?
I have managed to secure access to an ancient video broadcast called a “YouTube Channel”: “Yoga With Adriene 30-Day Yoga Challenge.”
If you're like me, I imagine Melinda blindsided you with some out-of-no-where comment about how you’re “constantly projecting yourself onto other people.”
These symptoms could be from a directed energy attack or because you are fifty-ish and careening headlong toward "the big change."
Is the desolate fucking melancholy setting in yet? That was a rhetorical question. Sorry. I need a new job.
I will still go to the farmer’s market, but I will definitely be glancing at the sky and looking for anything that looks like it might crash into me.
While you were busy arguing about whether or not I’m still in style, did you ever stop to consider my feelings?
There is a powerful part of me that needs, for just one night a year, some very specific, humiliating things from an outlaw rebel ghost.
"I only had two glasses of wine with dinner." Ah, ah, ah. Correction: you had two AND A HALF glasses of wine.