My name is Ainsley. I am a small but powerful magnet.
jerkethic.com for more words.
ainsleydrew.com if you want to get all personal-like.
Further stalking available via the Internet.
I am a strong person.
I can lift a case containing twelve bottles of seltzer and carry it up several flights of stairs.
I’ve got metal bars through my nipples. And nose. And other parts. (Not there, that’s just stupid.)
I’ve had a colposcopy. Twice.
Didn’t flinch when I saw Saw or yesterday’s Giants game.
I am strong. It’s not up for debate.
But fuck you Gmail and your fucking shitty search option, the one that finds emails from my dead mother to me back in 2007, before I skipped out on that last Christmas at home, before she was diagnosed, back when I was still drunk and careless and selfish and sent three-line asshole emails asking for shit, back when I took her for granted. Fuck you for making me cry. Fuck you.
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