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I have a bandage on my stomach right now, because I was supposed to be going to my boyfriends house, and I cannot let him see my stomach below my bellybutton, because when I was eleven I was really really stupid and shaved there without any shaving cream or anything, and my ingrown hair scars are just beginning to SORT of heal, even though I’ve been expholiating and doing intence scar treatment for a couple years.Posted By M On 01.02.2009 @ 4:40 pm
Pets, things, lovers, they all turn into something they were never supposed to be. I have a love/hate relationship with Breakfast at Tiffany’s for that reason… I love the notion of belonging to someone- like its something predestined and beautiful. But mostly it seems tawdry and vile- a form of slavery in disguise. We turn free animals into pets. We turn people into collections- friends, family, acquaintences.Posted By m On 12.14.2008 @ 2:19 pm
Slipping my key into the lock wasnt as easy as it should have been. A simple task interupted by the sound of footsteps behind me and the shaking of my hands.
I whirled around in time to see his bearded face as he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the door. My body stiffened and at first I was too shocked to react. Then the adrenaline kicked in.
My knee met his groin and before you can say “Timber!” he was on his back. Flight was not an option at this point and I took the opportunity to make sure he would stay down. Stomping my boot where my knee had just been and smiling while he gasped for air.Posted By M On 01.30.2009 @ 6:08 pm
Somewhere in our basement is a card that says “you’re sublime” and has a picture of a lime submerged in a glass of seltzer.
I don’t get it.
What’s sublime about that? I’m a lime in a glass? I’m below a lime?
I think more about to sublimate – go from solid to gas in one fell swoop. That’s sublime.Posted By m On 01.23.2009 @ 7:30 pm
there are large crows on my street. they sit on garbage cans and on the hedges. and they sort of remind me of my cat; big misunderstood fatties who are just looking for food. odd little voices that make squawky sounds. you gotta love em, really. they’re just crows.Posted By m On 04.06.2010 @ 12:02 pm
At first I thought it said cheek. Wouldn’t that be interesting, writing about cheeks. Or maybe not. Although, what does one write about check? As in, check mate? Or as in, yeah, it’s thursday and I’m going to pick up my cheque. I could never live paycheque to paycheque, it would drive me nuts.Posted By M On 09.24.2009 @ 11:31 am
He hated writing checks. Really, seriously hated it. He somehow always managed to get a papercut, and by now, what with Sora always managing to lose any other form of currency, he’d written so many people were beginning to wonder if he had a fetish.
Apparently, he should have listened when Kairi’d said Sora was a sadist.Posted By M On 09.24.2009 @ 7:29 am
He was early, which was weird for someone of his stature and social rank. I do of course mean early in the sense of being of or like an earl, which are overall much less manly yet more refined than, say, a knight or a king. Yet, he lacked the ego of a king or a knight, which was his main attraction.Posted By m On 09.23.2009 @ 1:34 am