Reality Bites

Dancing With Myself

By on October 9, 2017

You can only know me for ten minutes before I mention my period, and an hour before I broach masturbation. I cant judge your FQ (Friendship Quotient) properly without seeing your face when I say I ruined my favorite pants accidentally reenacting the prom scene from Carrie today or Last night I spent so much […]

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Reality Bites

Pretty in Pink

By on May 9, 2017

I nodded, like I understood. Like I was right there with her. Which is, Im sure, what lead her to ask. Oh, is your daughter on her schools lacrosse team, too? No. No, shes not. Im not sure she would even know what lacrosse is; I, myself, only having the vaguest idea. We are West […]

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