I would pet little dogs, big dogs, toy dogs, and dogs that don’t even look like dogs. Boring dogs. Cool dogs. Hot dogs. All the dogs.
A scribe’s only acceptable wardrobe is a good collared shirt or sensible cardigan, or a collared shirt under a sensible cardigan.
Recite a mantra of personal affirmation loudly so that if someone were in the linen closet, they could hear you, but they’re not, so don’t worry.
I can’t and I can’t even. Whatever phrase works best for you to understand that I can’t help you.
Reading the author's Wikipedia page may have sailed you through book club, but it will not sail you across the river of souls.
If you break up with a man, you'll get a text message. If you break up with a woman, you'll get an Edible Arrangement and a Babeland gift card.
Everyone agreed that you are fatally lacking any brand whatsoever. The days of "hanging loose," and "taking it as it comes," are long, long gone.
Use of this park is at your own risk. Such risk will not be assessed, even though this neighborhood has the highest population of actuaries in the city.
I looked around: Pristine bowls, with smooth edges, not a pinch in sight. My exterior sports at least seven visible fingerprints and a hole that slowly leaks.
You with your magnificent house you built yourself, two young healthy children, and a partner who loves you for who you are, and me with my podcast.
Ask them if they've tried that pencil trick to help them smile their way out of stress.
I was making lemon history while all those other chuds were clogging up the marketplace of ideas with lemonade.