Cherrypicked stories

"...Off the narrow, winding country road, at the end of a long gravel driveway, stood the main house..."

I got used to sleeping in my clothes

I discovered I had forty eight friends a number I was happy with as it split perfectly into four divisions

To him, she was his open window. The sweet sigh of sunshine floating to settle - heat seems to settle in a corner on a blanket under her content, calico cat. he senses her in the breeze running from its ocean

- What was stopping you just picking up the phone and calling me? > An elephant sat on me.

I'm getting used to days of rescheduled telly, half-hoping a friend will answer his phone from under the rubble.

With slick lipstick so red and thick I've smeared my sullen lips. The polish fails deep crimson nails

Another journal. Thoughts on a frilly hat.

There's a secret about vasectomies that you don't discover until you're committed to the little operation. You have to have a lot of sex before it works. The actual operation is quite simple and painless: a bit of intravenous Valium takes your mind not only off your balls being cut on but pretty much everything else as well, and you're out of the doctor's office inside of 45 minutes. There's not a whole lot of pain afterward despite the location of said surgery, and you're back on your feet in a day or two. You can resume sex anytime you feel up to it; certainly within a week in most cases.