…all this time later I am still possessed of the need to confess my big sister sins about once a year, ask my little brother if he knows that I am truly sorry, and assuage my guilt.
…all this time later I am still possessed of the need to confess my big sister sins about once a year, ask my little brother if he knows that I am truly sorry, and assuage my guilt.
I once mocked people who took their phoneography seriously, but no longer. I love it, baby, and there’s no turning back, so let me tell you some of the things I’ve learned along the way.
Here are five reasons why auto DMs are a bad idea
Peeves, anyone? If you claim not to have one, then you’re number six on my list: people who claim not to be peeved by anything, like they’re Mother Theresa or something.
And you? I know you must have low-wage job weirdness in your history. Please share news from your adventures in employment craziness. It’s the sharing that keeps us sane.
I often shy away from admitting that I don’t get something because I don’t want to come off like some kind of backwater troglodyte, but I’m going to dive in today and fess up. If I’m a troglodyte, so be it. 1 This is my friend Shanan’s patented WTF look. If nothing else, I at…
Take all that internal muck, turn it inside out, and let it breathe a little. Bad things can only grow in the dark, you know.
I’ve been having bouts of anxiety for about thirty-five years, and over that time I’ve learned a few tricks that can help me to manage my panic attacks before they start, or, if I can’t completely stave them off, at least to help me to weather them once they’re upon me.