Communal Tooth-Brushing
No performance. No personal space.
No performance. No personal space.
Spoiler alert: I get lost in Meijer.
The GPS says three hundred miles to the next turn, and the only thing you can do is pop on the next episode of Serial, mentally prepare yourself for the amount of tolls you are going to E-ZPass through, and settle in.
If I need a healthier item in a hurry, I can always spend my entire paycheck on just one item at the Lexington Co-op, which is located only a few blocks from my apartment.
Jackson Polluck wishes.
Lured by my sweet tooth, I consumed my first and last pickle at the age of five.
It’s also hard to worship while mentally taking notes on ways to improve for next week.
I remember the first time I had coffee that didn’t taste like sludge.
I have always wanted to believe in a generous God. But I am also afraid.
When every thought you had about anything has already been espoused by someone more eloquent and witty than you, universal boredom seems like the inevitable end of human experience.