Fuck You and Your Simple Ass

Guest Blogger  All ya'll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin', holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die! We got rebel flag waving, third-grade level reading, squinty-eyed, slimy…

Ticking Clock

The end is near, and I'm not ready. April 30th marks my husband's last day working for the company. We have one month afterwards to leave before the police come knocking. Singapore does not allow foreigners to just live here without a commercial purpose that benefits the country in some way. Basically,…

Freedom Papers

The Beginning of the End  January marked nine years that my husband has worked for the same company.  I think he got a watch or something. Nine is his favorite number; his number of completion. He called it a sign, a confirmation. For the past few years, he's contemplated walking…