Seasons can be subtle in San Diego, but if you look closely you may notice the smoothie garnishes change from lemon to fuyu persimmon.
If this pie tastes good just know that I fixed a tire and cut my finger while making it, so there are at least two secret ingredients.
I recently scored this personal marquee sign on deep discount. Shopportunity! I thought I could write myself affirmations or inspirational quotes. Turns out, nothing I want to say is simple. Not enough letters, not enough space. Not enough dots to make ellipses— no way to even hint at what is missing, so thoughts hurtle over a jagged edge of unfinished words or devolve almost immediately into nonsense.
But there’s a semicolon. You know, in case I finagle two clauses and need to connect them. This is how it looked before the batteries exploded.
Have you ever purchased mushy blueberries on accident and then been forced to make blueberry muffins at midnight and fall asleep with the aroma wrapping you like a blanket? It’s not that bad.
I had to chase him down three aisles to get this pic. He’s really fast and my cart has a gimpy wheel.
My house is flanked by two terrible taco shops within a mile. It's like having a pair of ruthless bodyguards who speak in code. "Give him the #7, EXTRA SAUCE."
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.