You know what I want for Christmas? One of those paper towel holders that you stand up on your counter.
Several months ago, one of you said, Hey, June. 1,352 more words
A delight this time of year is discovering HOW MANY DAMN CLOCKS you own. You think you set them all back, only to enter a room and say, “Oh my god! 804 more words
Here’s what I like about myself. I mean, other than the obvious “everything.”
I recently got matched with a cool-looking dude on the Bumble, there, and with that particular dating site, they give you 24 hours to write the person after you’ve been matched, and the woman has to write first. 1,124 more words
That’s really my favorite line from a song.
WHAT is, June? We aren’t actually there in your head. And clearly half the time we don’t read your title. 942 more words