There’s something odd happening to me. In my 31st year, I’ve found that the tired, short-tempered geriatric me is now the norm. And the missing, “fun” me gives me the heebie-geebies.
At the end of my relationship, the ownership of our dog became paramount. And as I’ve learned, fur or human baby, things fall apart quickly. Sorry, Bosco.
According to science, those who marry the smarter among us can stave off dementia. However, should we sacrifice independence for longevity?
The Plastic Jesus is something circumstantial in your life, but something that you’d forever defend. Mine happens to be which corn chip brand is superior. And if you say Doritos, I will fight you.
Good news! According to a recent theory, all your workplace complaints are now void. In fact, you being happy at work is no longer the concern of your employers.