Cousin Hagatha is coming to spend the weekend again. Shoot me now. Seriously, just do it, one nice clean shot to the temple. My mother knows she is condemning me to a fate worse than hell. It is a purgatory of bland, amorphous indecisiveness. Hagatha is the Dick Parent’s niece. Her mother is dead and Dick Parent’s baby brother abuses the widow card way too much. Dick Parent abuses my mother’s Christian conscience with little to no impetus.
Tracy is so right about both her lesbian and buddhist choices. All men are dicks and guilt and religion are a deadly combination. Tracy is my best friend. She is not only the smartest person, but the sanest person I know. I would totally be down for being her girlfriend but we tried kissing once and it was just a no go. She’s not a bad kisser like my ex, Forked Tongue was, it just wasn’t a juicy perfect fit.
8 min @ my desk, 2.28.13: inspired by the article in The Atlantic (web version)
1 Comment
Stephanie · March 1, 2013 at 5:11 AM
Fantastic! Keep em coming:)