My Small but Sacred Space
It encompasses the dimensions of my body and maybe a few inches beyond. That space is sacred, and if you violate 
it, I will curse you to no end under my breath. I’m specifically talking to you, pastry-stalking lady in line behind me at the coffee shop. I don’t care if you are dying to get your hands on a couple of muffins from that pastry case. You see, there are these other things called people, and though some of us may be less visible given that we’re about a third of your size, our existence is no less real and our personal space no less sacred. So please take a moment to stop ogling the pastries and back the fuck up. Your breath stinks and it’s causing me to lose the little appetite I have left.
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Sometimes I have the urge to wear a hulahoop around my waste to keep people an appropriate distance away from my body. Maybe a hula hoop which is encased in razorblades with an electric current running through it! Would you like one? If I get the blueprints together, i’ll send you a prototype
Lola x
Please patent your idea immediately and put me on the short list for a prototype!
OMG. You’re fucking hilarious.
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