By all means, hit on strangers, but here are three things to be mindful of as you do so.
Monkeys don’t speak English and the hairy little creatures with their tough young muscles swing around in their chairs, throwing excrement-coloured things and shrieking laughter.
I’m a good person. This week I downloaded an app where I can press a button and feed a hungry child.
I am not going to wear shoes anymore.
You and your mind maps, your arrows connecting colour-coded post-it notes on the kitchen floor letting you know what direction you’re going in so you can tell me through logical historical progression. Religion is bad.
Here is my proposal: sex before marriage is okay. Yes, even as a Christian.
There’s a dead ant in her cream cheese bagel, but she can’t find the energy to care. It’s ant season after all, sometimes these things can’t be helped. Extra protein, right? Other cultures eat ants all the time. The air is cold and her heart thrums in her chest with the weight of her To Dos, … Continue reading Ant Season
They don’t want anything real, people, and that’s where I come in. Janine was real but he didn’t want the real Janine he wanted the Janine in his head. Then he thought he was supposed to love himself and that the way to do that was to become himself as he was in his mind, … Continue reading Johnnie W.
He leaves food lying around now, and that’s great great but he doesn’t as much anymore with the petting or the playing.
My brother is splayed on the couch watching the Euro and says he doesn’t feel like telling me what happened with his bag yet.