My intestines have shit for brains.
Admitting you are lactose intolerant is admitting you are a failure — a failure at digestion. This is why I still eat ice cream. This is why I no longer believe in the mind/body connection.
Portland.
“We’re just two people moving in together, which is nothing in the scheme of things.” He asked me what I wanted, repeatedly. ”What do you want? What do you want out of life?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
But I did know. I wanted nothing in the scheme of things.
Every Wednesday I would buy cigarettes from a woman who had the same birthday as me. She invited me out the day I left town.
The moment I could pinpoint falling out of love.
I loved him, and I was trying to force the meaningful type words to come out. ”I didn’t know what I wanted until you became the definition.”
“I gotta watch this DVD.”
My Gynecologist told me not to get depressed.
Apparently labia are not exempt from the effects of economic turmoil.
