My husband’s a caveman and lives for red meat, so we’re having his favorite dish for dinner: wine-braised beef short ribs over goat cheese polenta, with crusty bread to mop up all the delicious juices.
My best friend was my sister. She never told me why she chose to divorce herself from me. I asked her many times but she never returned my calls. Losing a best friend who walks out of your life is like mourning a death. But there is no closure, just pain.
YES.
I am completely skeptical about that part. (I don’t believe her lying eyes.)
Sometimes, when I’m driving to work, I think that I’d rather have a disabling accident than live through another week of bullshit. Not the same thing? Okay, I have nothing to offer here. Bless it, as we say here.
Sounds like even if he had ever had sex he was probably doing the world a favor by never having it again. Teen boys are so overwhelmingly douchey he probably saved a lot of stupidity.
Thank you for that link; Andrew Vachss is the MAN. Who would have thought his Venn circle and Diddy’s had any overlap beyond ‘carbon-based biped?
Sorry, I should’ve been more clear. Is there anything more that doesn’t just make it worse?
Is there anything to Burning Man other than rich people in ornate hippie costumes pretending that they discovered psychedelics?
Your outsides are okay and pleasing to look at, but your insides are disgusting meat whores. War is the only option.
“I’m only 37, for fuck’s sake. I can’t live like this.”