We’re here, frantically paddling to keep up.

Meteorite goes Bish!

Darn it. I’m leaving it

I wonder who’s birthday?!

Can’t have sex with it either.

Get a Pixel?

Make a document with all of the passwords and save it to her desktop. Print it, too, and leave it in a drawer.

I always go six minutes. Fight me.

I’m here for the same reasons. I’m still figuring it out. So far so good though.

I’m mired in grief and loneliness. Where’s my massage? I guess I’m not eligible.

BAM! Herpes