for grosse_p_gwenUgh. Joggers. I hated those jogger assholes, because they drag me from my comfy four-star hotel bed at ungodly hours. And because they typically wore ugly short-shorts. It was just unnecessary. No one needed to see that, especially the last person to see you before you die. Gray jersey, stretched too tight around sagging middle-aged ass, ( Read more... )

Sometimes it was so easy, she should have been ashamed of herself.

Should have being the operative keywords here. Gwen had missed the LA Rodney King riots. It would have been like recess for her. But she had stepped off the plane, just in time. Home sweet home, and marks a-plenty. It had been India after Tahiti, Italy after India, and ripping ( Read more... )

for bronze_slayers

Sleeping in the church,
Riding in the dirt,
Put a banner over my grave...I stood under the water until all the heat was leeched away, leaving only the bone-chilling cold. Even then, I stood there, as if my feet were fixed to the tile floor. Maybe I was thinking to wash myself down the drain. Maybe I wasn't thinking at all. The shower was ( Read more... )

Tahiti.

Man, oh, man. What a place. I would highly recommend it to everyone. Well, if you have the money and the time for paradise. Seriously. Crystal clear blue waters, white sandy beaches, no LA smog. Best yet? Me, in a swimsuit, actually out in public. No gloves, no pants, no covering up. Just me, the sun, and enough cloth to cover up ( Read more... )

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