A Diffrent Kind of Halloween Horror Story…

I hadn’t heard the phone ring yet. My heart pounded in my chest from a combination of nervousness and caffein. Why did I drink coffee before a phone interview? I was kicking myself. Continue reading

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Something I wrote when I was kind of drunk…

“I slept with this slut the other night…”

He calls them sluts. The girls he sleeps with are sluts. But what does that make him then since the term “girls” is plural. Just a man? An ordinary one? If that’s what ordinary men seem like I want nothing to do with that. Seriously, you have no problem looking for naked pictures, but the moment any girl takes her clothes off…she is just a slut to you? Continue reading

Routine

My home has two social rooms. The first in the formal living room, which consists of two wing back chairs, a large floral couch, cherry stained furniture, lots of doilies, and a fireplace. The other consists of a large window, the television, too many TV trays, a green couch and one reclining chair….as well as plastic and unmudded dry wall. Continue reading