Month: April 2018 (Page 1 of 2)
The world will end today.
A fact that only I know.
Verified by a vision: a precognition.
Today’s the day the sun explodes.
Everyone told me: Don’t meet dates online. I’d probably fucked every eligible man on this coast before finally settling down. Before I met my man, sex was boring as shit. I’m faithfully devoted now. We don’t keep secrets. My husband knows my past–so ‘come for me,’ haters!
We’re celebrating our two year anniversary today! In tribute to our unending love, here is our story:
I tried every app and every dating site. Match.com. Tinder. Scruff. Grindr…
I work evenings. It’s not uncommon that I arrive home past midnight. Last night around 12:15, I unlocked the door, changed, put on my headlamp, and brought my dog, Maximus, downstairs. We live in some country club condos with miles of sidewalks to explore. He’s always eager to go with me; tail wagging enthusiastically. Exploring nighttime with daddy is his favorite time. There was an unseasonable chill in the air. Any chill in Florida is unseasonable, not to mention unreasonable. We live here to be warm. The chill was accompanied by thin blankets of fog. I hate fog.
My mother told me she was from the past. She was schizophrenic. It’s a brain disorder. Makes you see, and hear things that aren’t really there. Most people have heard about it.
I enjoy watching the neighbors.
I watch them outside, through the window.
I think the slimmer is very attractive. They have lived here for a year and I’ve watched them both in that time. The slimmer one has red hair and a strong jawline. Sometimes his hair is more red than now—sometimes it has lighter hues of blonde. Sometimes he keeps it short. Sometimes he keeps it long.
And this FootLocker™ has so many boxes to hide them inside.