Today, its monday its a humming bird kind of a day, frantic. Sipping sugar, only to find that its sweet n low.. I can't swallow it, theres no filling and theres a serious lack of substance. Slowly starving despite feeling full.. a chemical bloat. it doesnt last, it never does.. give up while you can.
Speaking of you, Its only 10, yet it feels so late. I am exhausted but I can't sleep. Its going to be one of those nights. The sleepless nights, the kind of night where you could stay up forever talking - if you only had someone to talk to.
I read those craiglist things, you know those missed connection type things. I keep thinking somone might notice. What would they see? an egg girl? a silly bit with her head buried in an old book? perhaps just a girl who doesnt wash her hair? a stinky smelly girl, a big girl, a deformed malshaped girl, a girl who hiccups and who buys her clothes at dee-dee's. $2.99 sales rack.
Ya.. thats more like it. Thats me, I'm that kind of a girl and I dont think i would write about me either.
Its monday, and I am still feeling frantic.
If only my burlesque fans knew.
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May 24, 2026 I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to st...
