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It's taken me a lot to get to this point: taking a poop on acid. For those of you who never intend to drop acid, this is what it means to poop while tripping: everything.
The problem with these controversies is that eventually everything will be played safe, no boundaries will be pushed, and old models that previously worked will be rehashed.
She spoke in sexy baby-talk, which I hated before, but with the adrenaline from holding a live grenade, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.
Why do you cry? Because your eyes are still constantly producing tears after that one guy you met as a freshman in college.
I don’t know why I'm so plagued by regrets from my vocal history. It seems dreadfully unfair, and I'm not sure what I've done to deserve these demons.
It's not that I don't feel valued here, it's just that I want my value to be more externally expressed. I feel this place has gotten more life-affirming over the years.
Before I took the on line course at Farmington's, I was just like you. My punctuation stank: my syntax was out of whack: and my spelling was down write atrocious!
You must hate music to detach yourself from the hipster stigma. Scratch that. You can like stuff like Katy Perry or Ace of Base if it's not done so ironically.
You're just gonna roll up like some kind of rouge detective and start stealing my hard-earned, strategically buried nuts from their strategic hiding places? NO WAY.
Could this growing cyst be the beginning of the end of my life? Is this a tell-tale sign that writing for Points in Case is eating me alive?
Ever feel a second pass? Oh my god me too! Like all the time, it's like, when will it end HAHA? I'm so glad you understand what I'm taking about!
Honestly, after thinking about it and coming in today…I don't think you guys want me. I just got out of a LONG relationship with my last company, and I'm just not ready.