The Best Doorgirls Bring Me Guacamole, and One Frightening Tale

I want so much to write more. But I need a new computer first. Writing on the app just ain’t happening, yo.

Saturday night I danced with an Indian man named Shiv (I made him spell it and say it, in my own little disbelief), who the tried to eat my face. Mouth wide open, tongue flat, eyes wide, hands around my shoulders pulling my closer as he, yes, wanted to Golden Retriever me.

I can never forget this.

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~ by The Stiletto-Shod One on August 27, 2013.

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