I go outside for a breath of fresh air. Neighbor slams a door. <Slam The Door. STD. Oh yeah, do re mi, mi do re, fa fa fa, ha ha ha! Dr MF> I pause. I take in a deep breath, touch my ass, and then grab my right ankle with my right hand and lean as far forward as I can, balancing on the balls of my left foot, and stretching out my left arm. On the way up the stairs to the computer, I say to myself, full melly blancket: "Cho Boy." I lay on the carpet floor of the landing before my door, breathing deep ragged gasps of breaths as if I was dying.
(Jai LL! I was zeloso about you dating that rich doctor guy, you know. We never had a chance together, you should have told me. NU107 rulez.) Mark \||/
