They Call Me Maria Blanca

I have found a sense of deep and utter peace in Mexico. This image, which is exactly the same image, but with different edits, represents my current state. Floating. It also represents what I believe is happening inside my stomach. Have you seen the movie ALIEN? Read more.

Gha!

Have you noticed anything new in these digs? Anything? Anything? I’ve always been so jealous of those who have such writerly sites – the ones with a white background, and black font & content. Just like a sheet of paper in a typewriter.  Read more.

A Dropped Button

Only on account that his look said “Yes, Go for it,” did she quickly reach for his top button. He had already loosened his tie. Left it around his neck. She ignored it at first. At first she pounced on that top button like a coyote moves onto a chicken. Read more.

Feeling the Heat

I know, I know – it’s stinking hot where you’re at. Yadda yadda.

I’m alone. Like really. He made one call, then purchased a plane ticket because the person he called hired him instantly. I won’t go into details about what I’ve been doing to secure employment. I’ll sound like those who complain about the heat. Read more. 

A Cut and a Massage

“Are you still seeing Chuck?” Mona asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Really?”  Does that mean she stopped seeing him and is getting her hair cut elsewhere? She’s the reason I found out about Chuck in the first place.  She’s the one who told me to go to him… What is she insinuating?

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