I follow my heart,
held inside.
It goes not,
and I too stay.
Asking for escape,
it beats.
It goes not,
knows not,
but grows and slows not.

06-09-2014: Camp counselor realizing her own mortality while introducing the next activity

yearofstories:

"We’re all going to dye."

06-08-2014: Sleeping with a celebrity

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I slept with a celebrity. Unfortunately, I was six years old and it was Gary Glitter.

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"I only have money for one, so Fritos or Bugles?"

Greg considered his two options with the intensity of an action movie character deciding which wire will deactivate the bomb.

"OK, um… like, Fritos taste better, but they’re not very comfortable and the salt gets all over me. But Bugles, now, I can wear like a hat."

"And I can do witch fingers. OK, done."

With Greg perched on my shoulder, we walked towards the counter from the back of the store. He noticed me notice a bag of gummy worms.

"Hey, um, you can get those instead… if you want. I know you like them."

"Are you sure, bub? I thought it might be weird after last time."

"Nah, it’s fine. Go for it, man."

I bought a bag of gummy worms a couple weeks ago. I had left the bag open on the ottoman in the living room, and when I remembered them later, I grabbed the package and shortly after, I found Greg in the bag, wrapped around a few of them and moaning. I… we haven’t talked about it.

04-24-2014: I boarded up the house

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I boarded up the house and these nails are hard to get out. Shouldn’t have done that. She would look nice on the chair, the one facing the fireplace, but she’d look out the window. There’s a lot outside, but I’d rather the interior be seen. Air decorates the walls. The bed is a twin. The counters are clean, barely used! The place is in great shape, is available for immediate occupancy and the price is only a few shared seconds.