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I will never marry the nice Jewish boy.
I will not raise nice Jewish children.
I will not set the table and pretend everything is fine, when it is not.
I will never stop talking during the dinner time.

I will not be the silent slaver. When you don´t talk the problems keep getting worse.
I know. You are not comfortable with my presence at your house.
I will stop wondering that a new born will come.
I met a friend. He - she is nice.
I hope it is not like the last asshole that almost trampled yet to death.

Do you want some sandwich?

The memories are heartbreaking.
This is a once lifetime opportunity. You will never meet someone like me.
This is a glittering academic newspaper. Poetry. Page eleven.
Sometimes I think of me as a tree.
One branch is the man I shall marry. The other branches are my children. The leafs are poems. The leafs start to get brown until the tree is bare.
Pressure cleaning business.

Hey, I am not gay, all right?
I was just trying to have one decent night after going back to my parents closet.
Rexing couple.
Who cares about him?

Just feel the music. You navigate, all right?
And may you hot in hell.
Gimme a beer. Whatever is cheapest?
You owe me change! What is this? Is this a gay place?

Our services are for patrons only.
I was about to kill myself when I met him.
I am not the new “shampoo girl”. I am the big deal.
Are you a prostitute?
I mean, it is wild. Men must line up to stay with a girl like you.
We have no business with people like that.
You don´t have to do anything.

What about the yard over there.
I have no Money.
I Will find it.
You have the right to do anything. But not kiling.
Who said this? I could do anything for her. I would discipline myself into anything.

There is a moment when I have to be pressed to impress.
I was funnier with my close friends. They knew me.
I am going to act straight.
Peeper. Twat. Cunt. Pussy. What do you like most?
Private parts. Inferior areas.