peggy

One day I'll sing this song in a karaoke bar where people will appreciate it.

impossible promises

As God as my witness...This will be my powderroom...

...and this will be my boyfriend.

Where Is My Man?

Dearest Blog,

I neglect you on purpose... It makes me feel powerful. I miss nicotine but I know my life is better without it...DOTS and wine are currently filling its void.

I've become extremely lovesick. I've turned to into a young girl, developing crushes on major motion picture stars and internet sensations. I've never liked Peter Gabriel but I find myself listening to him lately. His voice sounds like happiness. His mouth makes love to my ears...vocally, no tongue or anything.

I'm trying to articulate how sick it is.

I've deleted some numbers out of my phone so that I don't make an ass out of myself. I'm hoping that in the future I can have a relationship with someone without us later recalling the angry, drunk phone calls I've just prevented myself from making.

I think Eartha Kitt said it best...

the patch.

Day Two.

A Lover Who Will Drive Me Crazy.

I'm trying to imagine how you could be more perfect.
I know one thing.

I love that every want is expressed as a need, and the way you end even the most normal and mundane sentences with exclamation points.

I'm usually terrified of passion. And in a situation where fears perhaps should hold me back, I'm uncharacteristically relaxed.

February Morning Dream

I’m staring at my foot in confusion. There is a light brown plantlike growth emerging from a bright red sore on the bottom of it. Every time I touch it in order to remove it from the sore, I become incredibly dizzy and almost lose consciousness…

Suddenly I’m in a red leather booth at an old fashioned diner, working on my laptop. My boss, who's sitting next to me, puts her arm around me and begins kissing my neck. I look away from her in order to think, “Should I let this happen?”. I begin kissing her arm and working my back to her neck. Now she’s straddling me. I’m thinking to myself.

How could I let this happen?
What made her think I would enjoy her advances?
And most importantly, how would it affect my job status when I break her heart by falling in love with a man?

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I used to think I was bisexual. I also used to perform amateur operations on my ingrown toenails, using paper scissors and razorblades. During one routine surgery I dug too deep into the cuticle of my big toe and came very close to passing out.

monday monday

There's nothing more irritating than having a perfectly good dream interrupted. Especially when you're woken up by a certain Anaheim songbird demanding that you "wind it up."

i hate you.