Almost every day, Kyle talks to himself out loud and records it to an automated voicemail system. It is then posted on the internet so that anyone can hear it. This is probably a terrible idea.
Why would you hang up on a werewolf like that?
“I want to pick up that kitty and bring him in the house,” said someone who is not me.
How’s that mattress working out? (Note: Kyle is grumpy today and hopes to be less cranky/judgey tomorrow.)
I dreamed this thing and then it got erased from my actual brain.
The big confrontations never play out the way you expect them to.
Lost in a sea of car garbage. Also, details from my morning shopping trip.