Apr 6, 2015
I Own About 40 Percent of a Mannequin
She has a head, torso, and left arm - that’s it. Currently she is propped up against a wall in my apartment, sporting stickers for a kids shoe company on her nipple-less boobs, wearing a knit cap, and holding a 1990 Playboy desk calendar in her lone hand.
How much did she cost me? Absolutely nothing.
What the hell am I going to do with her? I have not a clue.
Has seeing her presence upon turning the lights on ever scared me? Every single time.
Does she have a name? Not yet, but I’ve been trying to come up with one.
Why did I write this post? 1. I felt like it. 2. I’m waiting for my laundry to be done. 3. There is no three.
