My Lesbian Neighbors

I live in a nice upper class community. The type of place where you can go for long walks and wave to Randy while he throws ribeyes on the barbie.

 

In my neighborhood is a lesbian couple. At least I assume them to be lesbians.… READ THE REST

The Lucifer Effect

I am your token millennial. I was born in 1987, (you can check my driver’s license should you feel skeptical). I am young enough to use google as a verb, but old enough to have owned mix tapes. I refuse to shop at Walmart because of the labor conditions in their Asian factories, and yet I will admit I have no idea who my state representatives are.… READ THE REST

I’m Tired of Being Happy

If you clicked on this link looking for a pick-me-up, exit immediately. I got nothing for you.

 

A student stayed after class the other day to ask what my zodiac sign was. She said, “I just love that you are always so happy.” I immediately flinched and waited to see if Zeus may strike me with a bolt of lightning.… READ THE REST

Jesus is Magic

In the 5th grade I had the hots for a boy I’ll provide with a pseudonym. I used to name names in my writings but my mother keeps telling me it’s not lady-like. At any rate, this boy, we will call Stan, was a real babe magnet.… READ THE REST

Today I stopped Calling Myself a Christian

“I’m Sorry,” is a blended emotion. This means that you have to feel two emotions simultaneously in order to produce the emotion we call, remorse. The two emotions necessary to create remorse are disgust and sadness. A lot of times people will tell you they are sorry but you can tell that they are not disgusted with themselves.READ THE REST
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