…is the behavioral maze of life. I sidled up to that car; I was aware of the social terrain. What am I–a wizard of memory?!

“Share less, consume more!” This is an optimal mindset as we play with aesthetics. Suck it, nature!–is not…

Today, I feel like an advocate for Oshawott. I’ve been steadily on the behavioral road, this year. I was almost back on that shirt grind, so I pulled out my metaphorical skateboard and did the trick!…

Entering therapist mode makes me less prone to discredit the metaphor (whatever it is). Going on a tutoring hiatus may or might not be in my cards; but either way, I can stay a wily theorist. And even if I couldn’t–feeling in a perpetual (mental) state of breakup is unsustainable.

When my soul is in focus, I can feel like I’m actually a culturally(-)woke psychologist. Fitness crisis!? Why: that’s straight-up madness, most of all when I’m saddled with purpose.

Women are sacred sites, independent of whether one has a sorry love life. Only through religion can we legitimately idolize the ideal. So, too, is moral monitoring the province of this holy domain…

I wonder if anyone wants to hear: “Your destiny is broken.” Is it possible for this to happen–or would it be merely subverting the inevitable? In either case, no one–regardless of gender(s)–wants to land in a feminine gutter.

Live without disappointment: start by slowing down your car when the traffic light turns yellow! Even if yellow is the color of worry, it could also be the colour of your Thai curry. This is more than a meaningful, liberal proclamation…

Steer clear of the self-sufficiency bandwagon–and you just might pass by Misunderstanding City!