I sounded so bad ass, but I was really weak, tired, and pretty much shattered inside. If he gave me a hard time, I was going to jump across the table and try to kill him with my water bottle.
L.D. DavisStichwörter: emmy
I don't know which one is the real you," I said. "Are you more like Kyle the dick or Kyle the good guy?
L.D. DavisYou're worse than a douche bag. You're a douche puddle, the excrement of a douching.
L.D. DavisForget the fact that he was the first person I had slept with in almost a year or that even though I was drunk I remembered it clearly (and it was effing fantastic!) Forget the fact that I had a hickey for the first time since high school on my neck under the scarf I was wearing, tied around my dumb neck.
L.D. DavisWho lives in a pineapple under your jeans?" He sang softly. "SpongeBob booty pants!" He ended his little song with a soft slap to my rear.
L.D. DavisYou can take care of him," she insisted. This was madness. This was a true example of temporary insanity.
"I can't."
"Why not?" She demanded.
"Umm...I don't...like..." I couldn't say diapers. I had my own baby! "I don't like... black... babies...
You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face."
"If it bothers you, I won't go," he said seriously.
"No," I kicked at the table leg. "It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm just jealous."
"Jealous? You're not the jealous type."
"Maybe I want boobs shaken in my face.
Dad, why did you marry a crazy woman?" I asked after the usual pleasantries. "I didn't know she was crazy before I married her. By the time I found out, she was already knocked up and it was too late.
L.D. DavisAnyone who can rationalize love through intellect, has no idea what love is, for it is an emotion, and cannot be rationalized. For love is crazy.
L.D. DavisI love you, Emmy, scars and all.
L.D. DavisStichwörter: luke
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