i’m out of lipstick. like any teenaged girl with any self-respect, i steal it from the drugstore. under the watchful eye of the pharmacist, i edge past the magazine rack, pore over shampoo labels before arriving at the heaven that is drugstore makeup. they’re out of my regular “Reckless Red” and i’m forced into the … Read moremarty

an argument

“let’s get a dog.” “we don’t have room in the flat.” “how about a small dog? we could fit it in, couldn’t we?” “but i like big dogs.” “listen. dog’s a dog. faithful. i ever tell you about the first time i saw you? your heels were too high and you were knock-kneed from the … Read morean argument