May 14, 2010
Randoms
I’m alive. I may not have showered. I may be sleeping on a 1/4 of a bed because the rest of it is strewn with clothing and things I don’t have time to put away. I may have eaten ice cream for lunch and gelato for dinner.
Haven’t run in days. Juggling men. Throwing out lines like “if an ex-boyfriend comes crawling back I thought he was supposed to bring flowers. Or gin. Or remorse. Or gin.”
And if my aching ovaries could just give it a rest for the next week or the next two years that would be fantastic.
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