I’m not even an overly practical person, but if you mean to tell me you’re going to sell us a tin can for $1,100, then I’d love to know its purpose.
When I tell you I’m speechless, when I tell you I feel betrayed, when I tell you it took less than a moment for the light to leave my eyes, I say that with my whole chest. I wanted to avoid controversy and keep the peace, but an anger which has long remained stagnant within me has been reignited. At the risk of rambling, I’ll just say it — Raisin Bran should be illegal.
Does it ever just hit you out of nowhere how little you actually know about someone until a difference comes up?
As someone who gets drained from any human interaction, regardless of how much I enjoy it, filler talk used simply for the gratification of hearing yourself talk or just to fill what you think is an awkward void is exhausting.
What will Dead Poet John Keats do, anyways? For that matter, what would any ghost from the olden days do?
I never pass up the opportunity to play the system. But as I would once again find out, the system will always find a way to play you.
Have you ever told someone that you like black coffee? It’s astounding how quickly people turn on you.
Springtime is coming, Ball State, and I’m getting excited for the puddles, flowers and being able to go outside without risking the loss of a limb due to a polar vortex. But, my friends, this all comes at a price.
I’ve been hearing a lot recently about this new Ted Bundy movie starring Zac Efron, “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile,” along with the controversy over his portrayal and the surging interest in the Bundy case following Netflix’s release of “The Ted Bundy Tapes.”
Once again, my socks have been knocked clean off my unsuspecting feet. My beef has been broiled to the core.
