Walking home in my bespoke business shirt, I encountered three young gentlemen coming the other way who had clearly spent their Friday bro-ing out hard. All three were in short-shorts and body-builder singlets – the kind which only sometimes cover the nipple – which was fine since it was 42c in the city and my artisanal bottled water only offered a jet of compressed steam to my pursed … Continue reading How to Bro/ Get all Swoll
Ah, the leap, the acceleration into open space, the sweat, the speed, the crack, of bat striking ball, the ripple, of net catching leather, the sudden, torrential storm OF APPLAUSE THAT FALLS UPON THE FIELD LIKE A THUNDERCLAP AND SHAKES THE EARTH AS THE CROWD ROCKS BACK AND FORTH AND ROARS! The slapping of butts. Oh, no this isn’t tea time at nanna’s house my … Continue reading Hey, Sports Guy!/ Obsessing the inconsequential
“Plans this weekend?” Booooooooo, Wendy! Boooooo! 😦 Making ‘plans.’ Doing ‘stuff.’ Just ‘getting out there!’ and ‘living-life-laugh-crying-emoji!!!’ Are all things I’d mostly prefer to really not if it’s an option. I already have to do ‘stuff’ all week, like wear pants outside of the house because I have job. Like a grownup. My weekends are for nothing. Really, really dedicated nothing. Professional-level nothing. I’ve spent so much money on video … Continue reading Becoming an urbane jerk/ fat-shaming my bunny rabbit
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