Last night, in the wee hours of the morning, I was having a weird and terrifying dream.
I was dreaming that somebody had sent me “100 things that will make you happy” or something like that, Buzzfeed-style. 869 more words
Here’s another monster for you. If you’re ever sitting in the bedroom and see the closet door open, don’t worry. Might just be that a helpful friend is waiting inside.
In fact, most customers are surprisingly stupidly wrong, suffering from self-entitled-itus.
To all customers that go to a grocery store looking for a conversation with the clerks, I’m afraid you suffer from this horrid disease, and there’s no cure. 278 more words