S: I hate casinos. J: I didn’t ask you to like being here. I just asked you to be here. S: I would rather be ordering a peanut butter milkshake at that place we drove past on the way into this god forsaken shit hole. J made gagging noises and pulled a face S, looking … More Killing Time
I have thought back over the last few years of my sobriety, on the friendships I have had and what sparked them, or what brought those friendships crashing down. It is safe to say that even as a small girl, any interaction I had with a fellow school mate, or anyone who I deemed a … More Broken Things. Awesome.
There is a saltiness to your face and an awkwardness to your grace. A callousness to your blackened skin, and a refined serration to each word unhinged. You mock me, with silence – though I will admit, I am surprised by my own lack of; anything. How did that line go? Did you kiss your … More For You, The Girl Who Once Was
I decline to tell the whole story, other than to say I was escorted out of the local mall by four security guards for my bad behavior. But I will say that I do not understand the appeal of entering a busy shopping mall on a Saturday. People lose all concept of spacial awareness and … More Aggravated, Arrested, Pet Peeves