...And I cast my ballot, knowing full well the election was rigged, praying the republic of comedy would ride public opinion like a bomb aimed at god. May the most solicitous wo-man win. May the gritty, ever-effacing lover of failure triumph over his own bloody fear and ask not who approves or who will cheer, but rather ask for what does he cheer? Freedom, bitches! Freedom!
I was walking with a feather balanced on my finger, I could feel it's tip resting but I knew it wasn't there, that I had created it. When I realized that I could feel something that wasn't real I got very excited and tickled myself as if to acknowledge my own fabricated existence. I giggled, shifted, the feather fell and I woke up. Laundry challenge: I'm not doing another load until nudity is the only alternative. If you see me prancing about in an evening gown, be kind, everyone you know is fighting this battle.
You know you're a battered woman when your abusive ex calls and you don't hang up. I just love hearing about how he destroyed his life without me. I ran out of milk, coffee and tobacco. Get ready for some pretentious posts about how I quit dairy, caffeine and nicotine at the same time. Up next: where's the fucking sugar!!! |
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