Rekiwi's Blog

I get the neighbor's daily paper. She can't be bothered to cancel her subscription and so I benefit, usually.

The other day, sifting through the sections, smudging my fingers with ink (how quaint), I came across this abomination.

Everything I've read about Ms. Moss reinforces my impression of a hollow shell, even the flattering articles.

I object to her existence because she's constantly tossed into my sight line as some apex of ethereal, unattainable beauty and all I can think about whenever I see her is this.