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I lost motivation for my role of being the embodiment of vanity. To put it lightly: remote work has challenged the core values I once held dear.

Yes, I tried replacing the batteries. A fresh set seemed to do nothing except make his tone even angrier.

That man that I saw on the screen—that I had grown up IDOLIZING—was actually just some hack in disguise.

The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.

Some of you seem to be using this platform for what my psychologist, Dr. Winter, has identified as attention-seeking behavior.

Let me guess, you didn’t want to carry it around with you for the rest of your walk and you planned on picking it up on your way home?

My purple pom-pom has been on the handle and ready to go since March. The places you take me, I would never ever go alone.

Or how about that day in April when I forget to wash the Cheetos bag? I fell into a fetal position, and I knew you were my soul mate.

In light of the truly inseparable nature of relationships during this pandemic, I’m introducing Cupid’s Booster Arrows.

Don't be fooled by the New York City postmark on this letter -- I'm a Wisconsin mink farmer, born and bred.

Now, I’ll admit. I knew the words that I was singing were not in fact “words.” They were more like syllables strung together.

I just sit in the kitchen cupboard waiting until the next time you show up unexpectedly after months of neglect with your puffy eyes and runny nose.