A Tribute to Robin WilliamsMore Like This
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
The World According to Garp 1982
Moscow on the Hudson 1984
Nina's Night OutI started doubting my relationship with Sam after about eight months and seventy pounds, when he suggested, for the tenth day in a row, that we order pizza and stay in for the night.More Like This
I didn't argue, plans like that always get Sam feeling frisky, and that boy's got exactly one thing going for him, but I didn't sleep well that night.
Sam passed out early, leaving me, awake and uncomfortable, with a bulging, aching belly and a rapidly-emptying bottle of Tums in the cupboard across the room. I grunted, fighting against my growing gut to sit up, waddling over, trying not to jostle my overfull belly while I got the bottle from the cabinet, and that's when I had an idea.
On my way back to bed, I grabbed Sam's phone from the dresser, and my own, looking through his contacts list and moving a number from his to mine, falling back into bed a second later, resting, sleeping.
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I still felt full the next morning, but I didn't complain when Sam brought me a huge plate of pancakes an
Sophie's IntrusionI came home last night to my ex-girlfriend Sophie laying out on the old leather recliner in the apartment, bottle of whiskey in one hand and a family-sized bag of Doritos in the other, both almost empty.More Like This
She shifted her weight the second I opened the door, grunting at the effort, "Mmph! There you fuckin' are!" She licked the yellow dust from her fingers, plunging her hand in for the last remaining chips, "Hope you don' mind, I mmph... I helped myself to a couple snacks out your kitchen!"
For a second, I stared, unable to think straight, or say anything. Sophie was as beautiful as ever, with her dark, caramel skin, and thick, luxurious black hair, falling down around her round, chubby face. Her stomach was bloated, bigger than I'd ever seen it, a meaty curtain of flab pouring out over thick, gelatinous thighs.
She was dressed to emphasize her gain, her low-cut shirt stopping short an inch above her bellybutton, streaks of Doritos dust on the exposed expanse of her potbelly
Watching the 'might have been' in old moMy last journal entry referred to the "Oscar" film series that Turner Classic Movies Station runs every February to early March in time for the Academy Awards presentation. Naturally I watched some movies, including several I had seen many times before, such as "Casablanca". One of the latter is not as recalled today, "The Great Lie" which won a best supporting Oscar for it's co-star Mary Astor in 1941. Ironically the film most people recall Astor for was a 1941 film, but not "The Great Lie". It was her performance as "Bridget O'Shaunessey" (if that is the spelling) in "The Maltese Falcon". But that film is flawless to most people in it's casting (Astor, Greenstreet, Lorre, Cook, Bond, MacLane, Patrick) and direction (John Huston), and a welcome introduction (with "High Serra") for the real stardom of Humphrey Bogart. But "The Great Lie" was a showcase role for Astor, allowing her to be bitchy and also pathetic at times, and even a little comic (lookMore Like This