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i take a half-day at work to go shopping for dresses. i look at pictures of dresses, i ask other girls about their dresses. last night i stood staring into the refrigerator deciding what to eat and larry said what's the matter, no dresses in there? i ride the bus in the morning and the man next to me eyes my hand next to him: bitten fingernails, ( Read more... ) -
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UGH WHY CAN'T PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT I AM POOR AND EAT DIRT SANDWICHES AND DRESS MYSELF IN RAGS ( Read more... ) -
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i sat in a swanky bar downtown last night twisting my ruby ring around my finger waiting for lara to breeze through the doors all bleach-blonde and smiling. it felt like a first date; when we sat down she was fanning her armpits. we drank five dollar martinis and laughed way louder than anyone else. she was telling me about how, her first night ( Read more... ) -
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i ride my bike to work most days. it's a half-hour ride, through traffic and up hills, and when i get here my heart races all the way up the elevator. i'm still being trained at work now, but as soon as this office is all mine you'd better believe there's gonna be a fan in here, a little radio.
i made popcorn and watched lost by myself last ( Read more... )
