Irving is taking me to the Poconos next week and I need to go bathing suit shopping! But I ate all that chocolate last night! My thighs are ginormous! What’s wrong with these dressing room mirrors? Mommy!
One Star Watt
where Wistar writes whatever she wants for her own private amusement
Ack! I’m a woman, I’m silly! (lines are poking out of my head – are they sweat? exasperation? hideous, terrifying existential awareness?)
I hate Cathy so much I hope they never stop making it. I need something to shock me awake in the mornings.