August 06, 2005

I’m once more taking your writing entirely out of context for your amusement and mine:

I brought out my special cooking powers and baked you a cake (by adding water).

I‘m devastated by my finances.

I‘m too young to be the mother of three 16-yr-olds and two 17-yr-olds … I need to get rid of them…

I may have started crying uncontrollably.

Let me answer this as a proud cocksucker…

I have no coy naked pictures of myself. And I think maybe, if I did, I probably wouldn’t post them here for the world to see. Unless they were tasteful, artistic, and my mother was blind.

I woke up thinking “hmm…sublimating crayons, what a neat idea!”

Sometimes I think the whole world is menstruating at the same time.

“If I was a poem, I think I would be a Haiku”, I said, quoting Cohen through my red wine haze.

I forgot to put on deodorant today.

I want to run away I want to light fires I want to be accountable to no one.