time travel

It’s 11:11a here, and it’s only 8:11a in California and 10:11a in Chicago.

I am in the future.  Awesome.

Pitance is a total slut and spent the whole night in bed with me even though we’d just met.  He likes to lick me and his tongue feels spiky, almost like a rasp.

I walked into the bathroom this morning and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a giant cigarette.  I thought, “damn I know Frenchies love to smoke, but this is just ridicul-

oh wait.  That’s a tampon.”