Be Vital! Be Vigorous! Ride the Rollercoaster
Talking about it would make me sound mentally ill, and sounding mentally ill—in this economy?—feels dangerous.
I enjoy approximately the same relationship to the truth as most people: I savor its bracing quality; THE SIMPLICITY OF COMMUNICATION; right up to the point it stops being convenient. I do not publish untruths on a billboard for the kick of the thing. But if an exaggeration will add seasoning to a story I only realize is half-baked and palely tedious once I’ve embarked on the telling of it, then: sure. If a friend invites me to their house party and on the night of, I fall asleep on my couch, then: obviously.
so sorryGrey’s Anatomy
Maybe he already has a girlfriend?
Mental Health CrisisSolidarity’s Defeat Tears the Country in Two
get back on the horse
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He always smelled like fabric softener exhaust from the laundromat down our block: like blue bottles of Downy and Saturday nights, when Mami would blow dry my hair straight with dollops of Dippity-Doo.