it's awkward when there are things you can't say.
me: i want to share a little piece of joy with you: eating pears.
i have not always considered myself an active fan of the pears; fruits with cores were more or less all the same to me. this afternoon i delighted in the joy of their girl-shaped bodies, though, and appreciated the crisp deliciousness of their flesh twixt my teeth. crunch, crunch, crunch: not much compares with the refreshing crispness of a slightly under-ripe pear. the best part is the center: yeilding a bit more than the outer edges, the tender texture is a sheer delight to savor.
my mom: are you on drugs?
me: nope.
my mom: how's work?
me: oy.
alternate ending: i'm going to a beach house for a coupla days. damn is life awesome.
i have not always considered myself an active fan of the pears; fruits with cores were more or less all the same to me. this afternoon i delighted in the joy of their girl-shaped bodies, though, and appreciated the crisp deliciousness of their flesh twixt my teeth. crunch, crunch, crunch: not much compares with the refreshing crispness of a slightly under-ripe pear. the best part is the center: yeilding a bit more than the outer edges, the tender texture is a sheer delight to savor.
my mom: are you on drugs?
me: nope.
my mom: how's work?
me: oy.
alternate ending: i'm going to a beach house for a coupla days. damn is life awesome.