What if I lose it?

You’ve got it, you can’t lose it now. Just don’t let it get covered up.


– I want to go back. I wish it were every weekend.

– But that’s what made it so amazing, that it could only last those few days. We may never have approached each other if it were every weekend.

– You’re probably right. Call me tomorrow, okay? I’m sorry I have to watch my long-distance bills. Student budget.

– I so understand. No worries. They pay me the big bucks at the animal shelter.


People keep smiling at me when I pass them on the street. I keep thinking I have something stuck in my teeth.


I left a boy out of the weekend story. Or man, rather. Met him literally ten minutes before I left for home. An L.A. television producer. I liked him in spite of that. He was the first to write or call, actually. Such an embarrassment of riches. Am I a slut if I only slept with two of the four? Or just, um, generous?


Hey, it’s Friday. Have you Love Bombed Jockohomo yet? Get busy, soldier.


Thank you, guys. You help so much.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *