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Dear Diary,
Today I dropped off five pounds of laundry with the Chinese lady after getting down to my last pair of tacky underwear. She said to come back tomorrow. I told her to please be delicate. I don't think she cared. I also put some letters letters in the box around the corner. A random man told me I was beautiful. The weather was so nice I decided to take a walk across the Williamsburg Bridge to Brooklyn. Passing bikers, runners and a handful of Hasidic Jews, I stopped in the center of the bridge to gaze the honeycomb projects and imagined the activities of the people inside: washing, cleaning, making love, turning blender and alarm clock parts into sexbots with vibrating fingers... When I got home I kissed Matilda on the mouth and made her sneeze. All in all, it was a good day.
Love,
Joyce
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About me
- Sabra Embury
- New York, NY, United States
- "Sabra Embury, a hydrophobic Aquarius and half-Korean native of Jackrabbit, Tennessee, enjoys long walks on the beach. She currently resides in New York City, where she wears extremely ironic sweaters. Her current projects include gingerbread houses and a time machine." -David Bowen
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4 comments:
i was the random man who told you you were beautiful.
You're a short Spanish septuagenarian? That's coool.
i dont know what that big s word means. but its all true. yes. that was me.
I some countries you know this means we're married, right?
Now come here--I have to stick wood chips in your pee hole to consummate our unholy union.
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