I'm happy to be me. Except when I'm apartment hunting, then I wish I were 55+. Or when I need a parking space, then I wish I were crippled. Or when I'm cruising the dog aisle at Ross, then I wish I were a petite chihuahua with painted toenails and a gullible owner who feels I deserve an ergonomic bed, artisan snacks, and an endless wardrobe of saucy holiday dresses.
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.