Dumpster Dive Treasures

Another day of running against earth's rotation to try to get it spinning in the opposite direction.

Late-night cheese is not a snack of regret. It is a snack of destiny.

"Dress for the job you want, not the job you have," I mutter as I walk into work with my Scooby-Doo Halloween costume on.

The first rule of Repressing Emotions Club is fine, I'm fine, OK?

I'm gonna be so disappointed when this becomes my most liked and reposted skeet.

I'm in the bargaining stage of waking up.

"Trust the process," I say as they crank me through the meat grinder.