ro

i want to win tickets
to see rosie in the fiddler

i deserve it
i think i do

ive never been to a broadway show
my family was too poor
and foster parents cant afford to send kids to broadway

the contest is to write 200 words about why you love broadway
i dont know enough about it
to write 200 words

when i opened the email
for the contest to go see rosie
i almost pee'd my pants
(as you all know i have done many times)

she is truly a wonderful soul
im not just saying that
because she is famous

im thinking before she was famous
she still had a tortured soul
but with her fame and money
she is helping others
love what she loved as a child
showtunes
acting
parenting
fun
love

you dont hear about many celebreties
helping as she has
they buy their expensive houses
hummers and jewelry

while she wears sweats
and levis

truly and real womans woman
i am amazed

ro, you are an inspiration.
thank you for being you
always in the spotlight
and always real

warning, fat ass alert

I need
to not
be
fat

im depressed
because
im fat

my ass
looks huge
in pictures

im lazy
and smoke too much
well, and lazy
and tired

ill never be healthy

just look at this ass



i know, you just threw up a little in your mouth
sorry
i have to humiliate myself
to get the motivation
to get off my chair
and work off this ass

please dont be offended
im not

kiss it
*smooch*

jesse

he is on top of me
deep inside
trying to reach something noone has gotten ahold of

i close my eyes
trying to be somewhere else

i feel sweat dripping off my cheek
my hair is drenched
the workout has made my breathing difficult
slow breaths
in and out

holding it in
trying to make myself pass out
thinking about winnning the lottery
while giving out fake moans
so he thinks im right there with him

i open my eyes
i feel him staring
he is
it freaks me out
makes me squirm a little
not enough for him to notice

i close my eyes again
wishing it would stop

jesus, how long can he go?
im not even close
not due to his lack of trying
he really is doing everything he can do
i just dont care
im not in the moment
just opening my legs for fear of rejection

isnt he done yet
im so bored
im drying up
its starting to hurt
how can he not notice that?

i sigh
i hope he doesnt hear me
i pass it off as a moan
pretending once again
i have broken the rythm of my lie

he goes faster
and harder
i say "cum with me"
to make him think im in it

they like that
when you get off
(when they think you get off)
im faking
he knows it
hes fucking with me now
trying to make it funny
our sense of humor is definately better than our sex
(probably because i think he is gay)

like a jackhammer
he bangs me fast and hard
the headboard bangs very loudly on the wall
5 minutes of this
im annoyed
i want it to stop
im worried it will put marks on the wall
and it will be taken out of my rent deposit

*sigh*

the wall is pounding
i am moaning
he is happy

now here comes my salvation
my neighbor pounds back
again and again
her rythm matches ours

thank you neighbor

we stop
we laugh
i ask him if he came
(i wasnt paying attention)
nope
he didnt
im a failure as a sexbuddy
he laughs with me

holding hands
we fall asleep
jesse climbs into bed
laying right between us
she lays her cold smelly face next to mine on the pillow
we hold her from either side
take a deep breathe
and dream

i miss that dog