Category: mean stuff
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political heartburn
Horking down this four-ounce ball of burrata at 11:40 at night with the same gusto I ate take-out less than three hours ago is embarrassing; at least with the Thai food I had the excuse of ‘I haven’t eaten since yesterday and I’m still hungover.’ This burrata is my solo culinary pleasure since no one…
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‘whatever internal event’
Bev, our elderly and sassy neighbor, died. She died three weeks ago tomorrow, alone in her house, found stone-cold between her couch and coffee table by her neighbor across the street. It looks like she went to stand from her usual spot on the couch, then —*whatever internal event*— and, down she went, off to…
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the sandwich
I leaned my head down and heard my neck crackle like popcorn, after doing not a lot of anything. Yikes. I set my gaze hard my work list for the bakery and likened it to a ten-gallon bucket of clam chowder getting spilled in a kitchen that doesn’t belong to you.. like, it’s going under…
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mean girl thoughts
It’s really difficult to care for someone who handles pain differently than you. She whines, sighs, hisses, moans, grumbles, and with every breath there is voice, partially a ‘Jessica Rabbit’ throatiness, but mostly it’s like a half-emptied sentient balloon that’s slowly being manipulated to release its air. There is a near constant barrage of sounds emanating from this…
Solicitous Sociopath 