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"Just a sliver," she said, when asked if she would like cake. "I'm on this very strict diet and I can't have much at all. No, bigger than that. Oh, certainly bigger than that. Oh, the hell with it - just give me the whole cake!" Nothing feels as good as cake tastes.
I wanted to bolt as soon as I saw his face. I swore I'd never go on a blind date again. I took one look at his horse face and wanted to run. By the time the entree was served, I was ready to marry him on the spot.
The sound of the city. My favorite sound on earth. I'm looking for an apartment, and these brokers keep telling me these places are "quiet," as though that were a plus. Give me noise! Noise! City noise! I can't get enough of it. To me, it's the most beautiful sound on earth.
I'm in a boat. Drifting, drifting. My mind wanders. What a perfect day. And then he touches me. What a thrilling feeling! What a perfect day! Imagine - prim little me having sex on a boat, right in the outdoors. Joni would be proud!
He had a terrible temper. It reared its ugly head in all kinds of ways. He didn't mean to hit his kids, his wife, his dog. But it was as though, when the anger started, he could literally see nothing but red. Anything in his path was fair game. He was a dangerous man.
Oh, my G-d! Where did you get that exquisite dress? I've never seen one like it! What color is that? Is that puce? I've never seen puce. And it doesn't make your hips look that big. But really, it's gorgeous - it is. Wear it in good health. (I have never seen such an ugly dress in my life.)
She couldn't believe her daughter wanted to enter a beauty pageant. She had raised her with all the right (feminist) values, but still, she wanted to enter a dog and pony show. Where had she failed her? Was it allowing her all those Disney Princess dolls when she was a child?
His torch was blazing. So were the others. This neighbor had to go. We would stand there in front of his lawn, protesting, until his child-molesting ass was somewhere else.
My mother wears pastel pants, pastel shirts. She has hair of a color not found in nature. The waists of her pants have those stretchy things. Is there a law that over 70 you must wear these things?
If I didn't pick out the most ridiculously difficult pattern to sew, I'd be done with this dress by now! Rosettes! Why rosettes? Am I an idiot?
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