this morning #163.

this morning, the gas was intense. it was like something had crawled up there & died…six months ago. ever since she’d started learning how to cook korean food, the flatulence had become fractious. the tooting was polluting everything in a twenty-foot radius. thank god for living single. singling out her proclivity for breaking wind as the main reason for her current relationship status wouldn’t be fair though. it was more because she was full of hot air & was constantly unleashing a storm on her partners, deflating them in the process. soon they’d be in the wind. she’d be single again, free to fart freely in the four walls of her fully fragrant flat.