Tuesday, December 15, 2009


It never used to be like this but, now when ever I see a middle-aged woman shriek for joy an alarm goes off in my head that makes my pupils contract, muscles tighten, and an involuntary compulsion to vacant the area. It must be a conditioned response to all those suffocating hugs where all you could breathe was Elizabeth Taylor knock-off and Vaseline.

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