The Art of Skedaddling
I didn’t stick around the dining hall to chat and took the less populated path back to the dormitory with my dinner containers and my umbrella in tow.
I didn’t stick around the dining hall to chat and took the less populated path back to the dormitory with my dinner containers and my umbrella in tow.
But in the plainest terms, unintended porn addiction is the dead last place where I want to pursue equality.
Sleeping in feels more like some sort of sin.
We heard rumors of a massage chair in the lobby.
When at first someone politely declines your chocolate or tea, try, try again—but sneakier.
The trains will go regardless of whether or not I am on them.
The whole thing was awkward, really.
So of course I had to try it for myself. For research.
The first time I showered in the public space, my entrance came as no surprise to anyone but me.
I hate ants for their determination and fearlessness.