Monthly Archives: November 2015

God, this is something I never do. I have asked you for nothing for some number of years now and offered nothing in return. But now in this moment, I need help. I need your help. I don’t know what … Continue reading →

If she were half the weight and had twice the beauty a quarter more courage and was four fifths less bright… Her boobs ounces more bouncy her hair a hint higher, then probably she’d be too good for me. But … Continue reading →

In my dream the milk expired. “But,” I said in my dream, “This is special Almond hyphen Walnut Milk! It is supposed to last much longer than the normal stuff!” “It does not matter,” said my father in my dream. … Continue reading →

My other pair of pants are Jordache. My other pair of pants are a Mercedes Benz. My other pants are Haagen Daz. My other pants are from Wells Fargo. My other pants are Vidal Sassoon and Lindt Chocolates and Johnny … Continue reading →

So I think this whole thing has gotten a little out of hand don’t you? We both said some things in anger that maybe we didn’t mean. I mean does it really matter who cut WHOM off or whose fault … Continue reading →

You’re not the right girl for me. I realized that right after the kneeling when you said yes and cried and said you were so happy and ecstatically cried that we’d be together til one of us died. That mention … Continue reading →

Look, I can’t fault you for being scared. I understand if the city seems overwhelming imposing or omnipotent. I get it. You’re not woman enough to hack it here, where if you can make it, a reciprocal relationship is put … Continue reading →

Hey before this conversation goes any further, before you get to the crux of your philosophy and how much it could help me let me just say this: you don’t count. You’re not one of the people whose opinion I … Continue reading →

I carry gum now. Since cleaning out my dad’s closets and drawers and cabinets and pockets I have found pack after pack of gum after gum. His mouth got dry so he had prescribed products for that but found that … Continue reading →

You. You look at me and you see the result. You see what is and what hasn’t happened. But you’re also missing what hasn’t happened – if you get my meaning. You see what will never happen in me but … Continue reading →