Monthly Archives: August 2010
Sera sits on the toilet. She tells Ben that she’s sick of being alone and then wipes the pee off her cunt with a small piece of toilet paper. I know exactly how she feels. You don’t have to be … Continue reading
I have put it off long enough. I stuff all the dirty clothes I can into a shopping bag. What will it be today—Banana Republic, Nordstrom, or Gap? The Saks and Neiman bags are too nice for the laundromat. If … Continue reading
I’ve always had a strange suspicion that if I were stupid people would love me more. More people would love me. The people that love me would love me more. And more people would love me more.