S dashed out of the bathroom cubicles, clingfilm in hand, grinning from ear to ear. Two minutes later J comes creeping around the corner with a now empty tub of Vaseline. ‘Get them all?’ ‘Yeah! Whoever invented perforated clingfilm is a legend.’ Both girls head off to wait in the dark for the chaos to … More Toilet Seats and Vaseline
So I have spent most of this week – for real – trying to figure out if you (my dear J) are more like the hot green chick who kicks ass, or the small impulsive fox who has some serious anger issues in Guardians of the Galaxy. I have watched the movie several times with … More My Reflexes are too Fast. I will Catch it.
Her head was bowed, in prayer, I guessed. When the lightning struck her frame. Her arms fell limp, and her eyes widened, and the day stood still. Like a Polaroid. We were Printed. Linked. Synced. Irreversibly intertwined, in a splash of broken fragments that could, nor should ever be undone. We share hues, of blues, … More Lightning.
This woman, is my best friend. I love her because she is made of magic, she is made of earth, and she is made of roots of ancient trees. There is an army of old spirits that follow her around, steps in unison, just for her. I love her because her heart is good, even … More I Love You More, Dammitt!!
Found a few clips of my and my girl J… This was me trying to run over a neighbor. J installed a hidden cam in the car to see my reaction when I figured out that she had disabled my engine… and applied super glue to the steering wheel.
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
Read Part Four Here S scanned Red as he reversed his tow truck up to hook up the Mini. S had a pang of ‘this is a bad idea’ spike into her chest, and looked over at J, soaking in the magnitude of her colossal fuck up. It had become a trend. The impulse control … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto. Part Five
Read Part Two Here S looks in the rear view mirror and looks at J, trying to gauge how pissed off she would be if another projectile cigarette butt hit her window. Deciding that she would get over it, S lit another smoke and glanced again at the mirror. J was shaking her head and … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three
S killed her smoke with the toe of her shoe on the sidewalk, and took a deep breath in. J was asleep, in the passenger side, her head against the half open window. She looked peaceful, and S stared at her for some time before poking her in the arm. S: Wake up. Only you … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto. Part One