-had a brief fling with a work-friend, Alexander (the subject of "eyes like a jungle cat"), who pulled me off of his body like he was using a lint roller and not in the good sexy way where we're just coming up for air but in the one-sided way where he stops responding to my catty, obvious text messages. he asked me if a pair of lime green underwear ( Read more... )

If there's one thing this writing workshop has taught me, it's that I write strong fucking women. In my first story, Morgan is a businesswoman who takes a cigarette break to loathe her career before returning to a sales seminar. In my second, Sophia is a widow who feels that the sanctity of her mourning is being threatened when the first party she ( Read more... )

commercialism is so translucent. i suppose, working in the mall, it's really gotten to me. try this NEW crap, which glows in the dark ( Read more... )

the purpose of life is all around us all the time. this passing storm may be the only chance we get. to absorb is a gift, but around us is a layer of separation on which everything--the water, the moment--beads and rolls. a wise man once said that we can improve upon our memories by building thought mansions, storing entire days in one room, ( Read more... )

Plant your hand upon her sternum. To feel the ripples of her ( Read more... )

i spent all my money on nothing ( Read more... )

to do: get prescription filled ( Read more... )

sex in the time of cholerai don't know how my breasts managed ( Read more... )

sour strawberries ( Read more... )

I know people say there are plenty of fish in the sea, but when I picture the other fish... I picture them worse. Maybe the good ones are like cheap, old junk; you find them used, put your back into it, and make something unique and personal that will last you for years. In the end it'll save you a lot of money you would've spent on something shiny ( Read more... )