The Donkey & the Dating App_Momo's Adventure_See it. Say it. Sorted._That went so?
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The Donkey & the Dating App
There once was a groundhog named Gloria. She had an internet date over lunch at The Watering Hole, the hippest drinks establishment in town. Most animals had to wait in line to get a sip at the Hole. Her date was with a horse named Jack and they had met on Mating Call, an app where animals swipe up or down based on potential suitor’s photos. Cautiously, she opened the door of the bar and poked her black nose and snout into the establishment. She saw a giraffe, a cobra, a macaw, an opossum, and a donkey. No horse - she left. There once was an emu named Emilia. She also had an internet date fro...
Momo's Adventure
Casey’s eyes were glued on the ferocious animal in front of her, heart beating wildly as she lay frozen in the tall, dry grass. From between the blades she watched the beautiful leopard placidly groom itself in the sun rays. Casey wished she was close enough to feel the deep throated purring, but didn’t dare move. “Look, Momo,” she whispered to her friend laying next to her. After a pause she huffed, “Of course it’s not a cheetah, silly. They have solid spots. Look at its coat. Hollow spots, not solid.” The stuffed lemur made no reply.Casey cupped her hands around her eyes like binoculars a...
See it. Say it. Sorted.
It started, unimaginatively enough, with somewww.onedoor.ccone looking up at the stars. That someone was Laurie Entwistle, who instead of writing up a review of up and coming ska punk ensemble The Mucus Plugs, looking for new ways of saying that they “absolutely tore the bloody roof off” of local pub Dog & Gristle (a venue which truthfully remained quite intact), was actually stuck on making tweaks to her dating profile. Female Early 30s Occupation: journalist Likes: travel, reading, her sofa, art, photography, blueberry muffins, endless scrolling Dislikes: punctuation mistakes, plants (especially ones that...
That went so?
Travelling in an Indian train is almost equivalent to rocking back and forth on a swing when you have no actual desire to fly. Although on a swing you are down in the dumps metaphorically, here amongst the leftover food waiting to be thrown on the tracks, empty plastic wrappers and water bottles, and the spit-out paan, you are literally down in the dumps. Even after an entire day and two power naps later, I'm a little woozy like after a roller coaster ride. A part of me also feels I smell a little but mother keeps insisting it's olfactory hallucination.As I remove my laptop from my bag, a part...