your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier
Exactly what I was thinking. Well done.
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your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier
Exactly what I was thinking. Well done.
Oh, I meant to say this yesterday (in re the vagin = noun, masculine French language gender thing):
And vagine was already taken
But vaginas are the oldest human thing in the world, those and penises. Precedence, messieurs et mesdames! Precedence!
Something about late nights alone and the White Album that kicked my ass into gear.
Don't Go Hunting What You Don't Want to Find (100 words)
No, no. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. It doesn't matter that it's electronic, that there will be no steamed envelopes or careless smudges.
Class schedules, group projects, work emergencies. No sign of her glittering prose here; everything is spare, utilitarian. Even this one: "7:30, Thursday. Behind the library. -J" Thursday. The day she couldn't meet me for dinner because "I have to work late, you know how it is." Oh.
"Babe, why are you staring the screen like that?"
Being right doesn't justify it. I run for the bathroom, not knowing which of us disgusts me more.
Oh, Karl. OUCH.
Just ouch. That one draws blood.
Poor you. Not that you haven't gone on, just fine, but...
That's ... harsh. The reality I mean, not the story.
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Just to be clear, that was a compliment.
That's especially sharp and honest, Karl. Ouch.
Karl, that was wonderful. Painful, but beautifully done. The observations about the difference in her language were what really got me.
Writing about oneself, when one doesn't find oneself very interesting is a mindgrinding exercise.