Me, getting a message from American Express about a recurring payment for $545.96 to a company I don't recognize: I should login and make sure my card hasn't been stolen.
Me, one second later: Wait a minute, I don't have an American Express card!
“We tell our stories to be heard. Sometimes those stories free us. Sometimes they free others. When they are not told, they free no one.” From An Abbreviated Life, a stunner of a memoir by Ariel Leve.
“Whenever I can’t fall asleep, I imagine the sleep server is full and I’m waiting to get in.” —My ten-year-old roommate.
Everything I need is located in this one occupied bathroom. A memoir.
I had a hangnail plus four rolls of toilet paper and a wet towel in my arms when I thought of this very silly joke. Does this sound familiar?
