We’re human. Karma taught me my lesson.

It was beautiful. Airy holes unevenly dispersed through the loaf. Perfect thickness of dark crust.

Being told every day to “Get a real job.” 

“Am I dying, or is this my birthday?”

Why are ankles a thing? 

Who can lose when they’ve got a winning team name?

Haunt Zak Bagans.

What else could we pumpkin spice? Why not push the boundaries of this cherished scent/flavor?

Don’t try to scale up or down. Accept your station in life.

“Look at this team. We’re gonna do great!” I lied as tears slid down my face.