Walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth but then accidentally walk to the fridge instead to get a snack and then accidentally walk back to your room to put on another episode of your show.
I worked from 2pm – 11pm at a gas station In one of the nicer cities around here and I had a gentlemen look me in the eyes and ask if I’m enjoying my last day on earth.
One night, just out of curiosity, I asked why he covered up so thoroughly. His response, “Because the man with the mustache won’t stop touching me.”
Each and every change reveals something new about yourself that you didn’t pay attention to before.
I stuffed myself into a lacy blue bra and posed with the knife rested against my cheek, between my teeth, and hovering over my neck. I figured the guy had some sort of fetish. Some bondage, BDSM, masochistic shit. For 500 bucks, I really didn’t give a damn.
“Since I’ve watched way too many scary movies, I always look through the door’s peephole before opening the door.”
A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call. The voice on the other end was trembling.
If I do experience this love, I don’t want it to betray me, to leave me in its remains, empty and broken-hearted.
Be the one who texts back, makes the first move, and confesses your feeling. Reveal your emotion, show your most authentic self, and be vulnerable.
And yes, all the original creepy drawings are there.