humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Chronicles of a Weirdo Magnet. Top Story - October 2017.
It is a rare and beautiful occasion when venturing out into the mysterious and unpredictable world that your eyes meet with a complete stranger and the two of you know immediately that you are both thinking the exact same thing. For me when I say this is rare, I MEAN RARE, because I tend to have a very unique perspective on things and for someone, that I have randomly floated into my world, to have the same thought process... let’s just leave it at that, it’s rare.
By Courtney Ramsey-Coleman, MS, RD, LDN8 years ago in Humans
A Kink of Tea
A love triangle between three cups. Now that's something you don't hear of every day. Not just any old love triangle either. What if I were to tell you that there is a possible love triangle happening right now in your very kitchen? You would think I've gone mad. Well, I haven't actually, well maybe I have. Okay, I will admit it I have gone mad, but it was no real secret. I can hear all the cups talking every night.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Humans
Matching with the Nice Guys: A Tinder Guide
So you finally got a Tinder account. Maybe you're curious, maybe you're looking for a hookup, maybe you are tentatively trying to get back into the dating game. Maybe you have no freaking idea why you've allowed your best friend to set you up with a Tinder account but you're going with it.
By Irina Orell9 years ago in Humans
Sleeping Debate
It had been five days since Rita and Ivy had returned from their trip to Amsterdam. The holiday did not go as planned at all, but that wasn't bad thing as far as they were concerned. Rita and Ivy had been friends since their first day of high school.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Humans
Curse of the Secret Santa
The lights. The blinking lights flashing green and red, alternating in duration, yet somehow in sync, clearly the difference maker. The lights illuminate the season. The smell of pine fills the air as I pass the rows of wreath and tree vendors. With several packages in hand, I struggle through the streets of New York feeling the brisk cool air, evidenced through my foggy breath. Yup, tis the season. It’s Christmas time. Whenever I casually walk the city streets, I always experience incidental bumping by New Yorkers seemingly in a hurry - typical. Now, there are shoppers with bags upon bags of gifts no one will ever use. I too am on that same quest except for me it’s a tradition that invokes a curse. This curse is not one conjured by a witch or warlock but one that was self-imposed, unwittingly through my own selfish, childish actions. Only after the third or fourth year as an adult did I realize I was under said curse. Some may call it retribution. Some may call it a well-deserved boomerang effect. I call it quite simply: The Curse of the Secret Santa.
By Tomas Alejandro9 years ago in Humans
Samurai Badger
Mr. Badger liked his bed. Of course, he loved his wife, but his bed was what he loved the most. He had a long-lived affair with his bed. Who could blame him? He dedicated sixty years of his life towards the creative arts and child welfare. When he wore his Salvation Army uniform for the last time, he envisioned a quiet life by the countryside.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Humans
