I’M PROBABLY PREGNANT.

I should get this onsie for my father. Just as a momento to remind him of the night I whipped open his door, running into him in his tighty whities and still steamin’ from the epic fight we had seconds before in front of all his neighbors. It was over finances and the fact that […]

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BUBBLE BATH THERAPY.

My apartment fell through. It was already taken a day in. So, I wait. There is one left, but the bathroom was straight out of a murder scene and the kitchen beckoned nightmares from the 60’s. I assumed they were brand new. To be honest, I felt a bit rushed. I was not 100% sold […]

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It’s  going to sneak up on you and I’m going to simply vanish without warning. Gone. I’m not afraid of this anymore. It will not hurt worse than the pain I am in.

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TUT’S NOTE.

A Note from the Universe: “Nothing’s been lost, you’ve still totally got ‘it.’ It’s just that you enrolled in the ‘Double Advanced Super Thriller Program,’ at the same time as the ‘Can’t Touch This Life Mastery Class.’ Naturally then, since you aren’t permitted to remember such choices mid-life, you’re a bit startled to see the […]

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BIG, BAD WOLF.

It was my birthday as the clock struck midnight. I was completely nude, sprawled out on my red satin comforter as the blood ran cold from my wrist, when there was a knock on the door. I jumped up and wrapped it around my body like a cape as I answered the door in anticipation. […]

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