Dear Diary: When The "Heart" Attacks_Mayonnaise_Ouija Wine Wednesdays_Mysterium
Catalog Guide:
Dear Diary: When The "Heart" Attacks
Sensitive Subject: Cheating, Divorce, Near Death Friday, January 1st, 1982 Dear Diary, Happy New Year, Mrs. Chrissy Ramsey-Hopkins, newlywed (yay, eye roll), New Yorker (blah) and I’m still trying to get used to it all. Well, here I am a 30-year-old married woman sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed, writing in her diary like a teenager, how pathetic. It’s been nearly seven months since Robert and I said “I do” in Santorini, Greece. Robert and I met our senior year in college, and 6 years later here we are as husband and wife. I am happy about the experience of being a wife ...
Mayonnaise
“Mayonnaise?”“You’ve never heard of this? It’s really not exotic.”“I’m not saying it’s exotic; I’m saying it’s disgusting.” Jess rolls her eyes at this and turns her back to me to tend to the sizzling grilled cheese sandwiches on the stove top. She presses them down with her spatula and holds it while the mayonnaise pops like static under the pressure.Since she’s not paying attention to me, I take a moment to really look at her. In her pajama pants spattered in a rainbow of hearts and her tattered mewithoutYou shirt that’s dates back further than our friendship. It’s hard to imagine it pack...
Ouija Wine Wednesdays
I’ve never seen a ghost, but I believe the people that have. I spend a lot of my time pondering what lies on the other side of this life, knowing deep down that my ‘research’ will only ever lead into a purgatory of unresolve, deep ping into an unanswerable abyss. That infamous Houdini secret word is ever present in my mind during my other worldly pursuits. The story goes that during their own quest for answers about what exists in the afterlife, Harry and Bess also set out to unmask fraudulent psychics (oxymoron?) in the process. Bess, fulfilling a promise they had made to each other, went fro...
Mysterium
"Come on guys please can we play the Mysterium," I pleaded to my 3 best friends Robert (Rob) Johnson, Ivy Ruth, and Rebecca Garden. "Sure," Rebecca said, twirling in the seats in my basement meeting room which my dad usually uses for work but not today because it was a Saturday. "We always play this game," Rob groaned, which was true but still it's an awesome game. "Plus I'm always stuck as a ghost." "Well not today my dad promised me that he would be a ghost." "Sure, Rubs," Ivy said,www.onedoor.cc sitting down next to Rebecca. "Fine. But you promise me I wont be a ghost," Rob said sitting down across from ...