You won’t need directions.

“I’m talking about guys and girls already mentally forming their insult before you even get the first sentence out of your mouth. Not because I don’t think it’s funny, but because if you don’t wait for the whole story, you might be missing out on a superior piece of sarcasm. Eyes on the prize folks.”

[spooning is good]

“No, you see, I come from Tennessee, home of Marsha Blackburn and Diane Black, women who are in office and not very devoted to assuring that other women have the same freedoms they enjoy. You see, just because someone has a vagina, it doesn’t make them good people.”

The number of people who find this blog by typing my full name into search engines increases exponentially by the day. It’s starting to wig me out.

“The best a community moderator can hope for as an individual or corporate entity hosting an open community online is that you can stay out of the way of what brings the community together to talk.”

Aw, Jon just made me cry. I miss my friend, too.

Quote of the day: “I had to make this photo friends only, not friends and family only, because my mom doesn’t like it when I call him Shiteater. I say he should have thought of that before eating his own shit.” (no link, it’s private)

As we stand waiting for the train’s arrival she pulls away from his kisses, which are short pecks at her mouth and cheeks, though she is clearly enjoying his lips on her. The wind has smacked bright pink onto her pretty, pale skin. A white scarf is wrapped around her neck.

His eyes are wide when he moves in to kiss her. He has her hands locked in his, their fingers entwined. His grip on her fists is tight; his fingertips press deep into her flesh. The lines he makes with his face might be mistaken for anger, but she recognizes it as lust.

She rocks back on her heels, never kissing him with as much vigor as he wants, but each time she tips her body backwards she brings her hips back a little closer to his.

On the train a pretty girl with messy hair swept up into a barrette tries to balance a large bouquet of flowers - lilies, daisies and roses - between her feet. When the car lunges forward so does she to keep the large glass vase from tipping over. She soon gives up and puts the flowers in the empty seat beside her. The cut blooms look several days old, as if the bouquet found her early in the week, and she is just now taking them home. She is fresh faced and thin, and she seems very nice. But the flowers do not seem to make her happy. Her face droops like the browning petals beside her.

Twittertale - You kiss your momma with that mouth?