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jinyu
Age. 37
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Sprocket's Training Milestones
Came home (Aug 2, 2014)
Asked to go outside (Aug 5, 2014)
Slept 4 hours straight (night) (Aug 5-6, 2014)
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7/3/13 - 8
7/4/13 - 30
7/5/13 - 36
7/10/13 - 54
7/11/13 - 57
7/18/13 - 67
2/17/14 - 83
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The Invisible Woman- Part 2
Saturday. 6.28.14 11:47 am
Read my whole Twitter page, today. I had thought I was going to have to cull a herd of whiney adolescent garbage (which, luckily, I already did). What is awesome is that I actually have been using Twitter to collect inspiring thoughts, quotes and sayings for the past five years. I am both humble and encouraged by the result.

For Middaymoon. Not really answering your question, but inspired by it:

Jennifer and Pete sat in a chain diner, awaiting their food. Jennifer had been looking forward to seeing Pete. Pete, a large man with ginger hair, had been a close friend of hers since childhood, and even though they were studying in different states, the two of them talked almost every day. But now that Pete was here and was he was drilling her about the invisibility of Professor Blake, she was starting to feel a little nervous.

“You do realize that Professor Blake’s condition doesn’t many any sense,” Pete told Jennifer over dinner.

“Pete… just knock it off, okay?” Jennifer said wearily, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Well, does she get sunburned?” Pete demanded.

“Yes, Pete. Elvira gets sunburned.”

“She does? How do you know?”

“Because she gets sunburned all the time, Peter! It’s all her running around everywhere without... without clothes.”

“Professor Elvira!” Pete said with horror.

“Oh come one, not everyone is as gay as you,” Jennifer snapped.

Pete jiggled his shoulders and settled back into his chair, “My being gay has nothing to do with the scientific ramifications of this debate.”

“It does with how you would feel if you saw Elvira naked.”

“Isn’t she old?”

“You’re old,” Jennifer snapped.

The clinking and clashing in the kitchen roared at the door opened and faded as it shut. The smell of burgers and fries proliferated the air. Jennifer turned her head up to try and see the heavenly concoction fly by.

“Is it ours?” asked Pete.

Jennifer shook her head, mindlessly rolling up her sleeves. “I can’t wait until it get here.”

“You still have that bandage on,” Pete said.

Jennifer sighed, “Oh come on, Pete. Just stop.”

“Stop what. Is your tattoo really that bad?” Pete asked.

“Yes,” Jennifer replied, “It’s really that bad.”

“Let me see,” Pete begged.

“No.”

“It can’t be any worse that the ones I’ve seen,” Pete chortled.

“No, it really can be,” she said pulling her arm away. Pete grabbed her wrist, picking at the bandage. Jennifer slapped him, hard.

“Hey!”

“Don’t look under my bandage, Pete. God!” Jennifer snapped.

“I’m sorry!”

“Boundaries!” Jennifer said.

Just then, the heavenly scented black tray veered in their direction. The waitress jostled the tray as Jennifer and Pete frantically cleared the table. Pete looked over at Jennifer’s arm and then looked down at the table.

“What?”

The waitress seemed distracted. She looked at the tray a second time, “You guys weren’t the wings, right?”

They both shook their heads.

“Then I wonder who ordered the wings?” she said, puzzled, drifting away.

“Your… It’s not taped,” Pete said.

Jennifer looked at her arm, or rather through her arm. They could both see the fidgeting shoes beneath the neighboring booth through the New York shaped hole in Jennifer’s pale arm.

Jennifer ironed the tape over the hole.

“I’m so sorry,” Pete said.

“If you tell anyone! ...” Jennifer sighed.

“I didn’t know,” Pete said. “I-“

“No” Jennifer said, “I’m not answering any questions, I don’t care.”

“But Jennifer.”

Jennifer shook her head, “Freaking boundaries, Pete.”

They both sat in silence for a minute. Jennifer raked her fingers over her face.

“I’m sorry, Pete. This is great, being here is great,” she said, “Let’s talk about you for a while. How is Greg?”

Pete glowed, “Well…”
1 Comments.


HAHA

This makes me want to write some short stories again.
» middaymoon on 2014-06-29 09:17:29

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