It’s that time of year again. The season of angst.
Coffee is a drug. Coffee drinkers are addicts and inefficient.
It took a year for me to understand what a black artist was trying to convey. I’m so glad I didn’t give up trying to figure it out.
It seems like we will never get out of this pandemic life, thanks to people who simply refuse to live in reality.
I’m not a fan of jerks.
I want to be safe when riding my bicycle. I wish everyone around me had that same goal in mind.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
My options for ordering take out dwindle as terrible customer service strikes again. I refuse to spend good money on bad experiences.
Freedom is like love: just because more people have it, doesn’t mean there is less for others.
The line between news and opinion is so blurred anymore.