I enjoy jerking off random men.  I have fabulous legs, which I cross and uncross once my target's in site.  I do this mostly in random waiting rooms where I don't belong.  Once I have the…

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First of all, if you're gonna call a place "The Upper Room," you should have the decency to have some signage (hello???), and be a lot more specific about the location. "Bethany" is a lot more helpful than "outside the walls of the Old City" (DUH). The service was horrible and we had to do everything ourselves (not quite BYOUB, but honestly I would've enjoyed my own unleavened bread a lot more), and even though they…

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K. was trying hard to be happy. Nothing seemed to work. She was saddened by how often she smiled without meaning it. She laughed at things she didn’t find funny. She was always shocked by her grinning image in pictures. She thought, who is that?

April 28, 1936.  Had lunch with Picasso today.  We ate grapes and cheese and gossiped about Steven.  "Will Steven immortalize you in paint?" he asked.  Of course not, I thought.  Picasso is such an asshole. 

Everyone knows the special way you have to jiggle the breakroom's refrigerator door to get it open. Terence started working here two Mondays ago, and I noticed he brought his lunch today for the first time. He mentioned after yesterday's brainstorming how expensive it was eating out every day. He tried to put his lunch in the fridge, but of course he couldn't get the door open. "Can someone help me?" he asked of no one and everyone. No one helped, me…

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