Black is white; white is black – you decide (see Dolezal).
Two murderous escapees are headed for Zihuatenejo North, or somewhere, without a trace, the homeland less secure, from within. 45 more words
There was a time in my life where I believed that I would never feel “that thing”… You know, the butterflies and giddiness, the forever-love warm and fuzzies, the our-future-is-so-bright-we-have-to-wear-shades, the I-can’t-imagine-my-life-without-you love.. 385 more words
I’m refluxy. I’m over tired. I’m in Phoenix, Arizona. I’m a little mad at myself. I’m here for a big symposium/conference, but I’m by myself. Surprisingly, the research community at this conference and of my actual area of expertise don’t overlap as much as I think they should. 437 more words