The Saga: Not Your Boston Cream Pie
Honest, Mr. NCOhMyGod looked so angelic, I could almost forget... he’s the devil.
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The Saga: Survival Update 9
Operation: ‘Balls’ Cupids, I’ve faced many a battle in my life, but nothing that compares to dress shopping with my Bestie: the enabler. She dubbed it Operation: Balls, a nod to an autocorrect fail. The recipient: Mr. NCOhMyGod. No, it was NOT a Freudian slip. Shopping for me…
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The Saga: Survival Update 8
Facing Admiral ArmsAggedon the day after asking him to do the ‘thing’ with his ‘thing’ (Insert ‘penis’ where it fits–NOT a euphemism) is the literal definition of ‘Too Soon.’
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The Saga: Survival Report 7
Cupids, My sleep medication has conspired with modern technology to orchestrate my complete social annihilation. The following debrief is classified Level 5 Humiliation. Reader discretion advised. INCIDENT REPORT: 2300-0030 HOURS At 2348 hours, while under the influence of antihistamine-class chemical sedatives, my personal communication device initiated hostile engagement.…
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The Saga: Survival Report 6
Something’s wrong. Like, body-snatchers wrong. Government conspiracy wrong. A Scorpio in Mercury-in-retrograde wrong.
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The Saga: Survival Report 4
Cupids, My boss has replaced all opportunities for dignity with increasingly elaborate humiliation rituals. How so? This morning, I attempted to enter our shared territory at high velocity, arms laden with important documents to maintain the illusion of productivity. I discovered quite by accident, the boss has implemented…
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The Saga: Survival Report 3
Things have taken a disturbing turn. We've... nested. I know.
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