Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 7, 2024
Everyone has a favorite pore. The one they love to pick. The one that when you leave it alone for a week or so, it fills up and gives you a solid string of blackhead squiggle to squeeze out. And you are as excited about it as if it were pay day. Every two weeks, you’re flush again. Time to blow it all… all over your mirror.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.