just a story

"Now," those Plumbago lips say, " You are going to tell me your story like you just did. Write it all down. Tell that story over and over. Tell me your sad-assed story all night."... "When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trash can," Brandy says, "than we'll figure out who your going to be." Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Author of Fight Club.

"... male form looks better in stone but the female looks better painted." secret diary of a call girl

so true.  

spare a smile

So I was out with my girlfriends for a round of cocktails and ended up walking along the bike path on Santa Monica. We sit down for a minute to cool off the alcohol + semi-exercise when a homeless looking more LOST [mentally or physically] than actually homeless stops in front of us. "Sorry, I don't have change" is about to roll out from my tongue when the guy says, " can you ladies spare me a... SMILE?" We sit frozen, speechless, for a second or two and smile up at him. We smiles back, thanks us and walks away. I feel horrible and despise myself. I can't believe that the first thing that would pop into my mind when I see someone like that approach me is sorry. Shouldn't it be something more like, " Are you ok?" or " Do need some change?" Honestly, giving them a dollar or two is not going to kill me and definitely won't need the change later.