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July 23, 2009
From 7/22

Shana drops the dead bird between her front legs and looks up at me without blinking or flinching.

"I donít want it! No! No! I do NOT want it! Take it back! Take it back!"

"I bring you a gift, and this is the reaction I get?" she says. "Whatever happened to 'it's the thought that counts'?"

"Have you forgotten I'm vegetarian?" I yell. "Come on!"

"It's made of tofu. Amazing what they can do with that stuff these days."

"Bullshit," I say.

"Whatever," she says, turning to go back out onto the patio. "Fucking ingrate."

Continued 7/24