Could you please turn down — and I use this term very loosely — “your” music?
“And how are you tonight?”
It’s been one of those days where everyone seems to stare.
A visual interpretation of a poem by Li Bai.
“Baby’s first lecture?”
“If by nice night you mean a nice night to wallow in your own GUILT in the dark, then yes, I agree.”
“I won’t bother to save face and pretend I’ve been fine.”
What on earth was that job interview?
“Hey, how come you never talk about your crushes?”
“Hmm, white supremacy seems too obvious an answer.”
“Welcome to Sunny El Andoo, entertainment capital of the galaxy.”
George. The light that never goes out.
A few things about therapy from someone who’s been going regularly for five years.
“Drink Pepsi. And have a nicer day.”
You two are gonna sleep together! Or worse, you’re gonna catch feelings again!
“That’s the thing about love: It’s a risk even Beyonce isn’t immune to.”
“I really like her and I think I wanna make a move. Any tips?”
“How’s your husband?”
“Wait… where did he go?”
“Wow, he must be the coolest guy ever.”