February 10, 2011
Whimsically underfed bohemian dream-girl seeks college grad with alarmingly low self confidence to tell me I’m beautiful without ever making eye contact. We can discuss Central-American surrealist fiction while I paw my IAMS around in slow, mournful circles and complain about how much I miss Helsinki. 
Later you’ll write embarrassingly earnest prose about the small of my back while I forget to return all of your calls. When I inevitably leave you for the warm spot above the dryer, you’ll drink a fifth of Jack Daniels and cut yourself—not enough to kill, just enough to feel. No Asians.

Whimsically underfed bohemian dream-girl seeks college grad with alarmingly low self confidence to tell me I’m beautiful without ever making eye contact. We can discuss Central-American surrealist fiction while I paw my IAMS around in slow, mournful circles and complain about how much I miss Helsinki.

Later you’ll write embarrassingly earnest prose about the small of my back while I forget to return all of your calls. When I inevitably leave you for the warm spot above the dryer, you’ll drink a fifth of Jack Daniels and cut yourself—not enough to kill, just enough to feel. No Asians.

  1. pollyspocket reblogged this from catpersonals and added:
    calling Max! This is genius.
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