I found it behind that pointless shelf in the woman’s stall.
Really?
Who’s watching me?
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I found it behind that pointless shelf in the woman’s stall.
Really?
Who’s watching me?
Continue reading
Chongqing’s traffic is unpredictable. Cars and trucks freewheel around pedestrians. Carts stacked high with produce do tottering loops. All is constant flux and motion, heedless of street signs: the ceaseless ebb of red, the flow of green.
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Heidi: Hi CC. How are you today?
CC: Hi there Heidi, I’m interested in this spiked bustier, is it available? Thanks!!
Heidi: One sec and I’ll look this up for you.
CC: I feel the ownership of this bustier to be a moral imperative. Continue reading
I am a Luddite–a fine-boned little hermit in love with rosemary-infused oils and walk-up apartments that boast thick, sturdy walls. I was born 70-100 years after the time I should have arrived and thus quite naturally hold a mounting suspicion of modem (why doesn’t it make this sound anymore? This holy, plinking sound of things starting up?) my “phone” (it is good, I have found, to periodically erase everything on it and start over. Mourning nothing, I relish the clean slate) and I believe in the life-affirming qualities of salt. Continue reading