The story of the girl who stole the hat will have to wait for another day. Like tomorrow. Yes, it should be tomorrow. So today, Sunday, I’m thinking about my birthday. It’s coming up. And just like last year I’m trying to think of all the things I should do to become a better human…
An Attempt, At Least
I’m at a writer’s group. When I signed up on meetup, I didn’t really get what “Shut Up and Write” would entail. I actually thought we’d be given some sort of assignment – like “Write a 300 word story beginning with the sentence ‘I never should have stolen that red hat.’” Apparently we were supposed…
SDRAWKCAB
Going backwards, the story of my day starts with Walgreens. In the line that is always at least four deep in front of the pharmacy counter. We wind through the cold and flu aisle while we wait. And lip balm. I’m surrounded pedo-popiscles and and piles of Burt’s Bees, and I look hella sloppy in…
The Story of a Girl Who Wanted a Smoothie
I still haven’t gotten over the weather thing here in SF. One of these May days, I’m going to step outside and start sweating immediately and feel that burning sensation when I’m in the sun and get all panty and dream of ice cream and coke. One of these May days, the air is going…
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