“Because my hand cramped up writing this in the bathroom stall?”

- Asked why I blog by a fan. Literally, she blows

Score me a weekend swathed with destilence. Something trivial brimming with stories, the means to retell. Discover a shirt that fits better than most, becoming your armor against feminine loneliness. Dash your personality around the room, the street, the city and the world. Laugh. Call it ridiculous and then ask for more. Smell the vomit. Grin.

Hello weekend. You are my friend.