Like recovery meetings and Groovy Baby, where I have spent countless hours over the past years, class at Second City commenced by making a circle with a bunch of strangers. (I got this!)
She’s insistent on tailing me when I’m tidying compulsively to calm my nerves, and is happy to make a mess if I need something to clean.
Leslie’s missed out on a whole lot. Did he know what the Internet was? Uber? Nutella? Orthorexia? Kanye West? Likely not.
Yikes, you just missed me. I’m totally dead right now! Unfortunately, I [insert reason for death] and will be unable to answer your request, question or comment until further notice.
Tragedy will happen, and hurt is inevitable, but in the end there is no other option than to have a tiny sandwich, and just keep going.
It’s a vicious cycle. I’ve fallen so in love with my life that I can’t seem to find anything I’m willing to give up in order to hang with you more.