humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Black Ice
The snow crunched under Olivia’s feet like ice being ground in a blender, sharp and loud. It was the melody of her Monday in the cold Nebraskan winter. A blizzard passed through just a week prior, painting the world around her in a scene out of a Hallmark snow globe. It was the type of weather that Olivia would rather see than experience. The cold chilled her bones and made her want to hide under the cheap twin bedding she had bought from Walmart. Yet there she was, trudging her way through the snow to get her mail on the other side of campus.
By Becca Volk8 years ago in Humans
Your Next Door Neighbor Is Cheating! - a 5 Step Program
It's 2 AM again. My roommate has gone to bed already, and all is silent save for the quiet hum of the fan and the occasional snore from his bed. It's been a long night of drawing out chemicals—hexagons and pentagons fill my brain. Maybe it's time to head to bed. I do have class at 9 AM tomorrow.
By Markus McWinston8 years ago in Humans
A Day in the Life of a Fool
Who needs Jacque Cousteau or Stephen Hawking to tell you about a life that has never been explored? Allow me to give you a tour of a typical day in the life of a dweeb/dork/geek/nerd. It's easy. All we have to do is look at my typical and mundane day.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Humans
Those Awkward 5 Minutes
It is an indubitable fact that when we are communicating with other people, we tend to look at them very carefully. Sometimes we create this awkward atmosphere where your companion just wants to run away. So, should we look at our partner or should we look at something else? Isn't it rude to look in multiple directions while we are talking and listening to another person? Well, it may change with the situation. I believe that it is all about the balance between both things.
By Manuela Gonzalez8 years ago in Humans
Kittens & Computers?
(Tuesday evening) The rain continues to pour immensely from the grey heavens... almost as if the angels were reminding me that going to this so-called 'date', was a bad idea. I ignored them despite the continuation of the rumbling thunder, which made my heart jump and that did not help at all. I finally arrived at the Fire Bird Restaurant...
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Humans
Jesus Is Just Alright with Me
He was a coworker, and about three years older than I was. I was fresh out of high school, and truthfully a virgin. To everything. I had only ever been on a few sorry-excuses-for-a-date before—ones that generally included Costa Vida (every time, why is that??), followed by board games with a group of Mormon-like snobs, (I lived in a community of mostly these types of people, which I used to blame for my embarrassing lack of experience. In reality, I think I'm just a painfully introverted and anxious person).
By barbed.wire.disease :8 years ago in Humans
Worst. Flippin'. Date. Ever.
I don’t really know what to say. I keep smiling and then I start laughing at other people’s jokes. I mean, that’s fine though, right? If they’re only a few tables down, they are technically close enough for me to hear, so it would be normal if I heard their jokes and responded accordingly. I guess we do share something in common, though, we did pick the same restaurant, after all. And in all of that, I completely forgot about Robert. My date tonight, sitting right in front of me eating his duck souffle as I tuck into the standard “on my first date so I am going to impress him by eating a caesar salad” meal. Well, I say caesar salad, but I did order the Caesar without the salad. I just wanted Caesar, I wanted him so badly all over me and inside me hard and warm making me drip like… and then, shit, I forget about Robert. Robert isn’t Caesar and I knew that because he was lanky and his glasses didn’t make him sexy enough for me to want to rip his clothes off. But nonetheless, I was on a date with Robert.
By Becky Maxwell8 years ago in Humans
Embodying Sméagol/Gollum
At the adolescent age of 16, I wanted to fuck everything. That's right, girls are horny little things. I had been wanting to go on a date with this guy I'd barely known, but had seen around my friends at various parties/places/small concerts. So I told him "Hey, give me your number, and I'll text you when we should meet up to do things together... sometime." More than willing, he put his number in my phone and the rest is this story. My parents thought he was wholesome when he came to pick me up at the house. A decent car, decent clothes, a slight respect for my parents, then we headed off. We were going to see a movie, then indulge in party favors at my friend's going away party. Of course my parents thought I was just going to dinner after and then headed home, but the lies I told them the next day were very different from that promise.
By Tasha On Paper8 years ago in Humans
My Date with Pennywise, the Dancing Clown
It was around Halloween when the 2017 version of It hit the theaters. Dude was a wannabe musician with skinny legs, a large butterfly tattoo, and a secret obsession with Stephen King’s Pennywise the Clown. I had overlooked his initial creepiness attributing it to the spooky holiday approaching (mistake #1). I actually enjoyed Halloween and horror films, until my date with Dude became one. We planned on attending a costume party that night; unfortunately that would never happen.
By Madison Mackenzie8 years ago in Humans
