I'm dying SquirtleThere is something people say that hurts so deeply, that makes me want to choke people, makes me want to cry each time it happens.It's something most people would kill to hear, ironically.Positive comments about my weight and body."You're so thin!""I wish I was your size.""You look great!""You're perfectly fine.""Ugh, I'd kill for your body - I'm so fat."Oh, god, when they say "I'm so fat" I doubly want to kill them.What has society devolved into? Perfectly healthy people want to look like me - malnourished, underweight, shadows and lines under my eyes, pale as a ghost, can't lay on the floor or sit in certain chairs because my bones poke the hard surfaces painfully.Once someone asked me how I got my "perfect tummy."I was not feeling well that day, so I replied in mocking anger; "Oh, you know. Depression, stress, apathy, starvation - just the usual!"I didn't receive a reply back for that one.Once a cousin was going on and on about my "perfect body" and how she was just soo
dumbassYou fucking retards,This shit is stupid simple,God fucking damn it.
In Last Year's NotebookHave you ever drowned?Oh, I have a couple times.Well, obviously it's more like "almost drowned,"Because I'm pretty sure I'm still "here."It's scary, isn't it?I mean, obviously it is, but sometimes it's really scary.I'm talking about when nobody notices you're drowning.Completely helpless, you try to call out butEveryone's too far away or you're too busy drowning to be able to call.Choking, I mean.Oh, but the worst part is when they're lookingRight at you,But still don't see it.Might even yell at you to quit fooling around,To get back to the group,Or something like that.That really puts you in despair.And by the time somebody finally sees you,You've already gone under.Sometimes they pull you back up butIt's difficult to forget the darkness.
We Always Learn the Hard WayI've always wanted to askA Muslim,"What is it like to feel the searing burn of scorn?"I've always wanted to askAn immigrant,"What is it like to be second-class?"I've always wanted to askThe disabled man,"What was it like to be a lesser being?"I've always wanted to askAn old woman,"What was it like to have no place?"I've always wanted to askThe elderly black,"What was it like during the Civil Rights era?"I've always wanted to askElie Wiesel,"What was it like in Nazi Germany?""How did you feel?"Since I met you,I don't need to ask anymore.I know.
PennyI once had a penny.It was shiny, made in '20.I held on to that pennyTil I was 23.I met a girl whose name was Jenny,And she reminded me of penny,With her copper hair flowingSo nice and free.I also knew a man named Benny.He was real good friends with Jenny,And I just didn't wantHim and her to be.So I took my lucky penny,Dipped in arsenic, covered plenty,And gave it to dear BennyFor him to keep.Then there was only me and Jenny,and our good times, they were plenty.She always came overTo visit me.But she had a friend named Kenny.He was an officer, knew a man named Benny.He locked me up andThrew away the key.Now my age is thirty,I've a new penny and it's dirty.Gonna dip it in some arsenicAnd count to four.
Crack CookiesWhat you will need:1 1/4 cup of all purpose flour. 1/4 cup of unsweented cocoa powder.1 cup of granulated sugar.3/4 cup of butter (melted, then cooled).1/4 teaspoon of salt.1/4 teaspoon of baking powder.1 tablespoon of almond extract (pure or artificial).2 eggs.Powdered sugar (aka confectioners' sugar).A medium bowl and a large bowl.Either a small-muffin pan, or whatever other pan with shallow dishes desired (nonstick or oiled; doesn't matter). You may need more than one.Preheat oven to 375 F (190.6 Celsius).Stir together flour, cocoa, salt, and baking powder in medium bowl.Beat sugar and eggs in large bowl with electric mixer at medium speed for 5 minutes, or until the mixture is light in colour and falls in wide-ish ribbons from beaters.Beat in dry mixture at intervals on low speed, until well blended (no chunks!).Beat in melted butter and almond extract until just blended.Spoon tablespoonfuls of batter into pan dishes; make sure not to fill too much, as the cookies do rise.
the gay life"Now sit down so I can wash your hair.""Yeah, okay."He sat down in front of me. He was too tall for me, so he had to sit. He could just wash his own hair, but he liked the way I did it. Plus, I guess it's sort of romantic... well, it was before it was routine.But routine seems to be all our life is these days.As usual, he got very sleepy from my gentle, rhythmic massaging of his scalp."Your birthday is coming up soon," I said pleasantly."Mmm, yeah..." he murmured."Any idea what you want?""Ssssex...""Marcellus it's hardly a present if we do it all the time.""Yeah... Guess so...""Don't fall asleep in the shower, dear."He grumbled something I couldn't hear.Then there was a knock on the door."Mom? Dad?"It was Vinny."Yes?" I called back."Okay I was just wondering where you were... Also I'm going up town.""Where are you going?" I was almost done scrubbing, and I think Marcellus had fallen asleep..."Just to some new coffee shop that's opened up. My girlfriend's worki