(clock that reference?) I think maybe I don’t understand what it means to be a friend. You see, Reader, no one ever told me what…
Nipples. That’s right, nipples. For some reason they are vulgar if we are discussing nipples on breasts (versus pecs). You know, the nipples that provide…
Literally. I am not the type of person that would ever throw red paint on a fur coat. That’s not me. That’s not how I…
Puras pendejadas. A phrase I never thought I would be using so often. Even my shit job didn’t call for my motherland tongue profanity. The…
People who suffers from PTSD are prone to problematic patterns when placed in positions of perilous predicaments such as a pandemic. My method of survival…
I have a confession to make… Last Christmas I made a Christmas wish; asked for a Christmas miracle. I wanted my parents to stay in…
Fears of failure frequently feel like foreshadowing of fucking up my family and fur babies. I have a confession, I still have a hard time…
It is no secret that I used to believe I was meant to be a villain. I was cruel in a way that leaves permanent…
Growing up I knew a different version of Valentine’s day; I knew it to be: el dia de amor y amistad (the day of love…
This week, in a very clever marketing ploy, Mr. Peanut (a mascot of 104 years) “died.” A new commercial was released by the company showing…