I lied.
I think.
You lied.
I think.
My uterus is contracting as I write.
And it hurts.
I think.
My back aches.
I think.
My stomach growls.
Swedish meatballs
From the freezer
Are not delicious.
I think.

My dog loves me.
I know.
The fat on my ass wrinkles when I flex.
I know.
My tongue dries out when I have to sleep with my mouth open because my nose is stuffy.
I know.
There are people that use sex as a weapon.
I know.
I am not attracted to guys that would be good for me.
I know.

I'll get outta here one day.
I think.
I'll teach English to foreigners.
I think.
I'll fall in love with someone perfect that never gets tired of me.
I hope.
I'll have a happy life.
I know.

06/08/2003

Author's Note: Doesn't really mean anything, it just came out after about 6 hours on the computer.

Posted on 06/09/2003
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