April 2011
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J: I’ve never really kept beer in my fridge, until now. Lately I just come home from work and get drunk.
Me: Oh? Welcome to being single.
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The train was stalled on the platform for what felt like a long time. Across the aisle from me there was a dozy drag queen. A juvenile in a sweet duster sauntered in. I always get a little nervous in scenarios where the ratio of stock and/or ridiculous characters starts to tip. It’s like the tranquil prologue to some action or disaster flick. Luckily as we waited, no errant mimes entered,...
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