Millenials. We’re the scum of the earth. It’s impossible to read a business site without seeing articles every couple of weeks about tolerating millenials, how millenials aren’t actually that good at social media after all, and other disparaging eye-roll-worthy comments and pieces on how entitled/untrainable/hard to work with/ignorant we are. Meanwhile, I’ve watched several people
We sold our brewing equipment. I know. It was terrible. I cried a little bit. We boxed up my horror collection and stowed my shadow children away in a POD, tucked behind our sofa. We got on highway 5, hound wrapped in a thundershirt, and caravanned fifteen hours north, braving malevolent logging trucks and excruciating boredom.
“No Daddy, Princess Mariah doesn’t like that shade of pink!!”Samson wasn’t sure where his daughter had picked up the royal “we” but he was sure he didn’t much care for it. But he sure as hell didn’t have the energy to fight with her about it and stand up on this ladder painting her bedroom.“Well, she
She went onto the front porch against the sign’s wishes Because it was Saturday Bitches. A couple of weeks ago I got a bit stir crazy and visited my friends in LA for a weekend. In the midst of hotter-than-usual temps and no planned activities, I conned them into helping me hunt down the Myers
Lying on her side always made Janelle’s hip joints ache, as if gravity were trying to close the book on her pelvic bones. Lying on her back, however, was impossible, as her hands were bound behind her with synthetic rope. Peach-colored light from the side table lamp glowed over Mikey’s motionless body. Her eyes were