Broken Friday

I feel like a broken doll.  But I persist in my schedule.  Friday means sentences.

July 24
"Your morals are loose like a hooker."

July 25
In life, she played hard and fast, but in death she was simply gone.

July 26
I stared at the prostitots, wondering what type of mother would let her daughter our in such apparel.

July 27
Aching, I took a couple painkillers and crawled slowly to bed, grateful for the coolness of the wood floor.

July 28
I know you don't understand, but I'm going out on a limb here to say you still wouldn't if I tried to explain it to you.

July 29
Happiness is a reflection of reality.

July 30
There was an amazing stretch of seedy looking bars that I just knew I'd have to visit.