Japan, in particular Tokyo, is my latest fling.
Oh, some of it was just fine: the smoked trout; the endive with Gorgonzola; the roasted chicken, which was actually more tender than Waverly's, if I'm to give my silly fling its due.
Only when I heard it was I aware of myself sprawled so provocatively on my back, with my legs spread wide apart, my arms flung open.
FUCK! Fucking fuck, fuck, mother fucker," I scream out, wiping jizz off of my face and off my neck, flinging it at the ground.
When I had assured myself I had all of my belongings, I flung my brown leather camera bag --purchased on an Indian beach from a man named "Babu -- onto my shoulder.
I take a deep breath, cross my hands over my chest, and fling myself off the safety of the rock before I fall though space in slow motion.
My fling-turned-boyfriend had said he was at his buddy's house playing video games late and would come by later.
Our team was sitting around the conference table chatting about our rock star CEO when my manager flung a compliment at me and my co-intern, also a young Black woman: "You all keep up the good work and you could be the next CEOs".
Fortunately, I don't have to fling my sweaty fingers around the keyboard doing my usual cartoonologizing shtick, because courtesy of the good folks at TED, that shtick is personified, in the person of me, in a talk called "Anatomy of a New Yorker Cartoon".
If a butcher came with a gift of a pig's head, my father flung it into the street, then climbed our garden wall and cursed loudly.
