The Place Where I’ll Be Buried
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
I, too, am a member of the convenience cult.
YouTube democratized intellectual pursuits, complicated ideas, and real academic debates.
I’m still holding out on winning the lottery on a ticket I’ll never buy.
While this might seem like an emergency scenario, it was, in fact, because there was no parking next to a music venue for Ubers to pick up drunk patrons.
Even twaddle contains some truth.
The new people I met starting junior year never knew me as Purun but as Parker.
I assume one of Dante’s pit stops is a level of hell where you show up to a party whose host likes you well enough but wasn’t expecting you to come.
Her brother looked excited and said, “Wow, I didn’t think that would work!”
Here is how you, too, can feel like you are a magazine mogul’s stressed assistant.