September 2011
4 posts
The Juice Club Memoirs
August 30
The hardest part about waking up to work in the juice club is the memory of all of the people who walk up to my little kiosk with their eyes affixed to the menu board above me. Their eyes are opened as wide as their mouths and it looks like they are trying to collect flies. Sometimes while they’re staring up with their starving looking eyes, they lick their lips.
When I stand in the...
Essay
After pondering my writing sample prompt and re-writing countless drafts, I could not help but compare myself to those stereotypical descriptions of the pageant queens I see on television. Smiling behind their make-up, displaying the curvature of their ideal bodies behind their sparkling and impressive fitted dresses. “I want to make the world a better place,” answered my first draft. Not to be...
yeah
August 30, 2011
I like when girls cross their arms. I’ve been told its a bad sign, but I like how it looks when their tits are perched on their forearms like the worlds softest parakeets.