Are you sure you want me to go after Christina? Lately I've kind of thought I might just give up on that. Plus, didn't you and I need to gaze into each other's eyes first? How will I know how to gaze at Christina? And my pebble kicking? Disaster.
Jaclyn MoriartyI hope you feel better today. Please ring me at work if you are dead.
Jaclyn MoriartyStichwörter: humor
I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.
Jaclyn MoriartyStichwörter: beauty skin knees
Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.
Jaclyn MoriartyStichwörter: color skin amelia
Emily said ... Well, I read that it's important to sleep. While you sleep, the hippopotamus in your brain replays things that happend during the day, e.g. what you studied. So therefore it remembers it for you.
Jaclyn MoriartyStichwörter: vocabulary misuse hippocampus
The Irish people didn't get on that well with each other either. They hated the Catholics, was the main issue, as I see. You can't blame them for that. If I understand correctly, Catholics do not believe in contraception. So, you know, sex is not relaxing.
Jaclyn MoriartyStichwörter: sex catholicism contraception history-of-ireland
When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:
His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.
Her editor would cut that line.
Stichwörter: humor writers writers-block editing romance-novel
And she looks at me with her eyes open wide and a face that says: Oh my God, I'm muckin' around in my sexy Jesus-boots, in my crazy dreamworld, and I've opened the door and let you in on my crazy dreamworld and that's so embarrassing but, actually, who cares? because it's funny.
Jaclyn MoriartyThere was plenty of green light left in that orange light Em.
Jaclyn MoriartyI am a student of love.
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