Apple, all I’m asking is that you get working on an iPod that reads my mind and plays the song I’m thinking of.
But when we start to look at our bottle of Clearasil as half-full, rather than half-empty, there are plenty of unacknowledged, unrecognizable bonuses to rolling with your posse of pimples.
Make a Tinder, upload three attractive photos of yourself (the one’s that look nothing like you, but you know you love) and just ‘yes’ everyone. Let the compliments and good times roll.
What you find to be attractive is different from what I find to be attractive.
Why are telling me your baby is 72 months old? She’s 6. Just say it.
Fashionably late – fashionably = late = rude. Since when does it make you look better arriving a little bit later than everyone else?
“Maybe his phone died.”
“Why not get a business degree and then do your art on the side?”
Growing up, society says that you are bound to become just like your parents. But who do you become when you no longer have your parents to grow up with?
Afraid to cut the lunch line? You’re chicken. Scared of a little rejection? Don’t be a chicken.