“Oh you exercise?” By Julia on her couch

Sunday May 6, 2018
10:41pm
5 minutes
From a text

Comes out to meet me with
his shirt off and I’m like dude those wont work on me, save your six-pack for someone who cares. And he’s like this is for you and I’m like this is what I just said and you are not listening. Then he does up his shirt and starts to pout and I say, hey that wont work on me either cause I’m not into crying for no reason. And he’s like, this is not for you, it’s for me and don’t you get it? And I’m like get what? No? Get what? And he’s like never mind you don’t care. And I’m like, about what though?

“Oh you exercise?” By Sasha on Oak St.

Sunday May 6, 2018
7:55am
5 minutes
From a text

One two one two one two one two shin splint shit shin splint one two one two…

Marla runs for her life. She imagines that she is being chased by a King Kong sized giant, but it’s not a gorilla, it’s a moose. Is King Kong even a gorilla? Who knows. It’s not King Kong.

One two one two no pain in the lower back no pain in the toes hitting against the three hundred dollar running shoes no no no nope one two one two one two one…

The first time Marla ran she hated it. She was a year away from her wedding and she read in a magazine in her gyno’s office that running was the best way to tighten your whole body all at once.

One two one two meathead on the treadmill beside her side-eyeing her tits.