Archive | 25.06.2009
- Puzzle
Women. There's no figuring them. They're a puzzle, one of life's mysteries, and that's a fact. Who knows what goes on in their brains, or whether they even have brains? I mean, what rational creature would get excited over Valentine's Day? Could any holiday be more obtuse?
Like your bitch, mine's a sucker for the hearts and flowers, chocolates and greeting cards, and she expects something on Valentine's Day. If I forget to buy her something, it means I'm taking her for granted, or so she tells ... more
- Like Jill
I wanted to be just like Jill. I don't know why exactly.
When I say I wanted to be like Jill, I mean I wanted to be her intimate friend so badly in third grade that I wanted to become a girl. I dreamt about having pigtails, a pleated skirt, a white blouse and white stockings. I liked those leather shoes she wore too, the plain, dark Buster Brown ones with a leather strap that buckled across the instep.
Jill came to our school in the fall of third grade. Before she arrived, I'd always liked the ... more