Grace

real critique i gave my dad on his writing today: “you’re—what’s the opposite of burying the lead? forgetting to ice the gender reveal cake”

is three days post break up too soon to try and get your ex to do a joint halloween costume with you?

two weeks into a new job, and i just worked a 17.5 hour shift so rich with ridiculous thing after interesting thing after annoying thing that i’m threatening to turn it into a short story

it would seem his faustian bargain is becoming more transparent

telling your friend it’d be faster to pick them up at the wheaton metro and then remembering about the whole longest escalator in the western hemisphere thing

what's this? it's chris patrick with a steel chair !