Are You Experiencing Havana Syndrome or Menopause?
These symptoms could be from a directed energy attack or because you are fifty-ish and careening headlong toward "the big change."
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.
If you’ve stuck around for the past few years, we want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and also ask you how and why you did such a thing.
All that changed when a (unnamed for legal purposes) billionaire “superhero” with no powers showed up and asked me to join his superhero team.
Crying Pods: 70% of employees also reported participating in, during this past year, a daily ritual of “crying my pretty little eyes out.”
Teaching has a way of working you down to the bone. And, frankly, I’m tired. Bone tired.
Fair Britannia’s genius has warmed the globe with her belching smokestacks and engines of industry, and the cruel polar ice is in retreat.
No one was as close to me as Elliott. We were two peas in a pod, a regular pair of pals, two elephants in a diaper.