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No Vacancy for Sanity: A Hotel Workplace Comedy About Everything Falling Apart—and Laughing Anyway
Read No Vacancy for Sanity for Free on Kindle UnlimitedVisit My Amazon Author Page I didn’t write No Vacancy for Sanity because I thought the world needed another workplace comedy. I wrote it because I needed to survive mine. If you’ve ever worked in hospitality—or corporate America, or customer service, or literally anywhere you were
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Menudo, Murder, and Mistrials: The 90s Are Back, and So Is the Trauma
Somewhere between your thrifted JNCOs and a fresh VHS-to-TikTok conspiracy doc, the ’90s have staged a full-blown comeback. But this time, it’s not Tamagotchis or frosted tips. It’s trauma. Enter: Roy Rosselló of Menudo—boy band alum, survivor, and now, spiritual hype man for Erik and Lyle Menendez. In a recent statement, Rosselló expressed his belief
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Netflix Top 10: A Mirror Cracked, a Culture Glitched, a Cry for Help in Algorithm Form
We did it, America. We survived another month of economic collapse, heat domes, and political indictments—just in time to collapse face-first into our shared national coping strategy: passive entertainment that slowly drains the soul. Welcome to the Netflix Top 10, where taste goes to be auto-suggested and sanity is drip-fed in 8-episode chunks. At #1
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National Ice Cream Day: Because Nothing Says “Everything’s Fine” Like Dairy-Based Delusion
In the blistering heat of late-stage capitalism, where your rent costs more than your monthly trauma therapy and the planet’s basically one smoldering cone away from collapse, there comes a day so sweet, so saccharine, so unironically American that even the most disillusioned among us can’t help but say: “Fine. I’ll lick it.” Yes, darling—July
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This Isn’t the Breakdown We Paid For: The American Concert Experience, Now With Bonus Trauma
There was a time—not long ago—when you could attend a live show and expect nothing more than $18 beers, overpriced parking, and the existential dread of being the oldest person in the crowd wearing glitter. That was the pact. You show up, the band plays, you lose your voice, maybe your dignity, and you limp
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Colbert’s Curtain Call: When the Laugh Track Gets Subpoenaed
Let’s get one thing straight: in 2025 America, free speech isn’t dead—it’s just nervously checking its follower count while Homeland Security reviews its late-night monologue. This week, CBS announced the “scheduling discontinuation” of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, a decision about as subtle as a Fox News chyron at a drag brunch. While the
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Epstein, Bondi & the Rot at the Top: Corruption’s New Influencer Era
You ever notice how political corruption is starting to feel like the worst group chat you can’t leave? Same three people. Same scandals. Same “accidental” flights on Epstein’s plane. But now with better lighting. Enter: Pam Bondi, former Florida Attorney General and recent cameo in the Epstein Files as exposed by PBS. If you’re thinking,
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Coldplay, Cheating, and Capitalism: The Astronomer Scandal Was Written in the Stars
Let’s set the scene: Gillette Stadium. The lights are low. The band is Coldplay—because of course it is. “A Sky Full of Stars” crescendos like the emotional climax of a mid-2000s rom-com. And right as the chorus hits, the jumbotron zooms in on two people who look like they’ve just discovered physical touch. Only it’s
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Trump’s Legs Are Tired. America is Too.
In news that will shock absolutely no one who’s seen a senior citizen in a golf cart wearing three layers of bronzer and rage, Donald Trump has been diagnosed with chronic venous insufficiency (CVI)—which, to the medically uninitiated, translates roughly to: his veins are tired of the bullshit too.
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Second Term, Second Verse: Dumber, Meaner, Somehow More Orange
Let’s begin this enchanted retread with a little déjà vu: Donald J. Trump, once again sitting in the Oval Office—this time without even pretending to read the Constitution. It’s not a reboot, friends. It’s a bloated sequel nobody asked for, written by Facebook uncles and powered by supply chain rage, Bud Light boycotts, and the