Heterosexuality
Heterosexuality itself doesn’t have the capacity to inspire passion, to push boundaries, to ignite change.
Heterosexuality itself doesn’t have the capacity to inspire passion, to push boundaries, to ignite change.
Rusty antennae form a kind of industrial crown of thorns, and the typeface doesn’t say “beach day” as much as “we interrupt this program to bring you a SEVERE WEATHER ALERT.”
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.