A Letter to My Past Self, Currently Caught in a Time Travel Paradox
The person who left the initial voicemail saying, “Come to the lab immediately?” That’s Dave 7.
The person who left the initial voicemail saying, “Come to the lab immediately?” That’s Dave 7.
The final, most difficult step of my plan: don't act like a total creepy freak in front of other people all the time ever again.
He loves late-night, steamy phone calls when I’m home alone. I always tell him it’s such a boomer move but he just loves hearing my voice!
Are you embarrassed that I called you out, and now suffer from some sort of movie monster performance anxiety?
It’s ironic that Freddy Krueger’s initials are FK because the guy should be Fucking Kancelled.
It’s funny if you sync up scenes of Danny riding his tricycle with the theme song from Naked Gun.
Their parents, who are never in town, don’t answer my emails, so parent-teacher conferences are as big a joke as life insurance in this town.
Don’t use the names of people you know, such as your husband---whose disappearance 12 years ago was a tragic accident you’re still really sad about.
As a current job seeker, I would love nothing more than to find out what exactly those thoughts are in that big, juicy brain of yours.
I'm not gonna be a cop about booze or weed or the occasional mysterious disappearance of a fellow resident.
Good News: He has a graduate degree. Bad News: It's an MFA.
“It’s not supposed to be funny,” I replied. “It’s a command.” Chad appeared confused.