Tales of landing butter-side down.
The following stories are about the awkward in my life. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy them. If not, I’ll come to your house and tell you how wrong you are until you agree.
Please feel free to comment. I’ll feel free to ignore them. Or I’ll curl up in the fetal position and cry and cry and cry. But go ahead, I’m sure it’s “constructive” criticism anyway. -sigh-
Thanks. Keep being you, reading me, writing about you. Cheers.
Molly @ theNTZ
There was this time…(pt. 14)
Hell, I’d settle for someone in Ventura knowing I was still alive at this point.
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There was this time…(pt.13)
Giggling at our stealth and trying to find ways to shove martinis and steaming hot mushrooms into my purse…
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There was this time…(pt. 12)
I hadn’t even noticed how far he’d run off, as it was so quick, until I spotted some 20-year-old in a microscopic bikini holding my dog in her hands.
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What could possibly go wrong?
I didn’t practice loafing around all these years to start “exercising” now.
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There was this time…(pt. 11)
The second time was me shooting cookie pieces out of my mouth trying to apologize for the Snickers incident.
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The Only Lesson
It’s like getting 3 free months of e-tickets to Disneyland but the only ride open is that rickety no-name roller coaster they built before liability suits were a thing.
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Truly
Wondering at our luck in our escape, pride in each other’s soaring, we see that wherever it is we land, it’s surprisingly sunny there.
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Kind of Miss the Fondling
Missing the urge to fondle me doesn’t mean that I can’t hear the fondling.
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The No Toast Zone 