I'm hungover and my apartment is a wreck.... maybe I'll get another tattoo or a piercing? Somewhere obvious and have attention? Or somewhere private where it'll be my giddy sexy secret?

I've cut off all my hair ....it's so short.......pampered myself with massages and facials.......bought some new makeup......a sexy bathing suit.........chatted up some attentive men...........but everything is still the same.....

I don't think balance exists in this place.............only burning or extinguishment.

Humor me and I will humor you.......and we'll call it a friendship..........a thing that takes on sooooo many interesting forms.........some with these jagged edges you didn't know existed that unexpectedly jab your sensitive skin very swift and deep.....others are like rolling hills of up and down where you just enjoy the ride.......some are like those cakes with sugar sweet frosting that leave a slight headache....there's those that feel like a game of tag that live through electronic messages.......the best for me are the magic carpet rides with panoramic views of places you could never get to on your own but eventually the rug slips out from under you and you tumble back down to the same shit you knew when you started. Those are my favorite I just hate how the ride always has to end. We're all too busy for true love and real loyalty....and we really are strangers when you finally get a good look. That moment across a haze-filled room.....wow...Who are you????

"People" can't live without 'em......but most importantly I can't forget

.........pay the rent