I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.
I haven’t worked out in four months, and prior to this January it had been years since I had lugged my butt to the gym. But in January I forced myself to get back in to shape. My muscles were extremely tight especially in my back and legs, I knew that was just welcoming an
Anna listened to the closing credits of another episode of “Patriot Act”, the screen went white and the Netflix logo beamed on the screen. She shut her laptop and sadness overwhelmed her. She sat up from the couch and with a heavy sigh lifted her laptop and walked to her bedroom, her head hung. She
“This is self-inflicted punishment”, Rachael remarked. “What is?” Dot retorted. “Drinking coffee to stay awake and binge watch episodes of Prison Break!” “You’ll live.” Dot was dismissive. “I haven’t worked all week. I keep running to the bathroom to sit on the can and sleep.” “That’s gross”, Dot snorted. “You have no idea! The occasional
Shana walked into the shoe shop and smiled, she saw those stunning 3-inch heels she had been jonesing for, for the last three weeks. Immediately she got a text confirmation from the bank that she had been paid, she melted. Her face was engulfed with a huge smile punctuated by a squeal of joy as
Yogo looked at his shoes, his eyes steadily inching to his trousers. He rubbed his thighs and lifted his eyes to steal a look at the man opposite him, the scent of his cologne saturated the room demanding attention as soon as he sat. The scent was subtle but pervasive, it wasn’t roaring and stinging