Streaking on Saturdays

Because I’m feeling wild. 

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its like

one smile was not enough for the sky

it was really fucking happy

it had to have two

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Je ne sais pas.

Aperantly, old men have an attraction to me. This is the fourth or fifth, over the age of 37, man who has attempted to talk to me, and get something out of it. What the hell. Do i look like a prostitute. The worst part was, he thought we were hitting on EACHOTHER. This is creepy. I quit life. 

Copenhagen, Denmark

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Butts in the Alley.

I’ve been learning how to longboard for the past couple weeks. Since i don’t have my own board, I’ve had to use other people’s, so I’ve only been 4 times. Today, i thought it would be fun to go down a hill sitting on the longboard. It wasn’t a big hill, but I’m not very good. I don’t know how to carve, tuck or bomb. I started getting speed wobbles, which quickly turned into death wobbles. I thought i was going to be okay, until i stopped being able to control myself and was heading down someones driveway. I ate shit off the board. Luckily i was close to the ground, so when i skidded, my bum was the only thing touching.  My first bit of road rash, and it’s on my butt where no one can see. 

the Organic Truth

Everyday I come home hoping to see you in a good mood. I tell you about what i did that i was proud of that day. You tell me you’re not impressed. I have dirt on my thighs & knees, and stains on my shorts from where the grass slid beneath me. 

“I scored a tri!”
“What do you want from me? How would you like to play wheelchair rugby?”
“Dad, you take everything too seriously. Try to find joy in life. It’s still worth living.”

I walked out, hoping to have had enlightened him. He stayed in the basement on the computer where he always seemed to be these days. He was there, or upstairs on the love seat reading the newspaper. I doddled along to the kitchen to get a much earned snack before supper. Some carrots and half a cucumber seemed to do it. 

“Lorne, what’s for dinner tonight?”
“It’s salad night. Shouldn’t you know dad’s schedule by now?”

I didn’t rebuttle. I Couldn’t seem to figure out why everyone was in a bad mood. My sister was still out, and mym mom at work. Maybe they would bring up the enrgy when they got home.
My dad began to walk up the stairs, and into the kitchen where he will soon start to sleep. The fridge door slammed.

“Who ate the cucumber for the salad? Greta, get your ass in here!”
“Dad, I don’t want to hear it from you when you’re in such a bad mood.”
“Then you can leave.”
“Dad, wait-”  

the Organic Truth

Everyday I come home hoping to see you in a good mood. I tell you about what i did that i was proud of that day. You tell me you’re not impressed. I have dirt on my thighs & knees, and stains on my shorts from where the grass slid beneath me. 

“I scored a tri!”
“What do you want from me? How would you like to play wheelchair rugby?”
“Dad, you take everything too seriously. Try to find joy in life. It’s still worth living.”

I walked out, hoping to have had enlightened him. He stayed in the basement on the computer where he always seemed to be these days. He was there, or upstairs on the love seat reading the newspaper. I doddled along to the kitchen to get a much earned snack before supper. Some carrots and half a cucumber seemed to do it. 

“Lorne, what’s for dinner tonight?”
“It’s salad night. Shouldn’t you know dad’s schedule by now?”

I didn’t rebuttle. I Couldn’t seem to figure out why everyone was in a bad mood. My sister was still out, and mym mom at work. Maybe they would bring up the enrgy when they got home.
My dad began to walk up the stairs, and into the kitchen where he will soon start to sleep. The fridge door slammed.

“Who ate the cucumber for the salad? Greta, get your ass in here!”
“Dad, I don’t want to hear it from you when you’re in such a bad mood.”
“Then you can leave.”
“Dad, wait-”  

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Neither Hither nor Thither.

It was 8 years ago yesterday my sister cut off all my hair. I was young, and was up for anything she was up for. We used to play hair dresser, but usually on our barbies. She took me to my parents bathroom and told me to stand over the garbage can. I watched the sleek dirty blonde hair fall to the ground. She then brushed out the clumps, and my scalp patches began to show. My hair was nowhere to be found, not here nor there. 

My favorite band :) 

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Hello Beautiful.

Imagine yourself waking up in the morning in a bed alone. You’re at your boyfriends house, but he’s gone to work. You’ve slept over before, so you know the routine. You roll out of bed, place your bare feet to the ground. A cold shiver runs down your spine. You find a note on the bed side table, it reads; “Goodmorning. Did you sleep well? I’ll see you at work. xo ” You can’t help but smile at his natural charm. You continue your long walk to the bathroom. On the way there your boyfriends roommate sneaks up on you. You scream. 

“Got you, didn’t I?”

You keep walking. A little bit irritated, you take the final steps to the bathroom. You look in the mirror, you can tell someone had just taken a shower. You whip off your clothes, hoping there’s still some hot water left, and jump in the shower, remembering what happened last night. The drinks, the smiles, the people. You finish up washing your hair and body. The hot water has nearly run out. Your boyfriend used the last towel, so you’re forced to dry yourself off with the pyjamas he lent you last night. Some boxers and his killers pullover. You put the sweater back on, and your thong. 

Suddenly, you remember about his roommate. You have to see if you drew something on your face in the middle of the night. When you turn to the mirror, you notice something written on the mirror. “Hello Beautiful” 

The words are driping down the mirror like teardrops on a hot day. You feel like you should be so happy you could die, but something about it seems so depressing. 

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Do you think if i actually had the time to find this website, I might not be trying hard even do find a husband, and maybe i’ll die alone with these guys?