If I could, I would raise this tired, hungry world to my lips, hold it close to me, quiet its shivering, and lick the tip of its upper lip to let it know it's alive.
Or not. Darling-dear I am cold and tart and sweet, catty catty under a veneer of flame.
**Yawning**. What is on my agenda for today?
Get some paperwork taken care of
Buy household supplies I am running out of
Clean hamster cage and tell her she's the prettiest hamster in the world to boost her self esteem.
Go to coffeehouse and look pouty again. Last time, I smiled at the dogs owned by a man walking past and he then came up to talk to me, thinking I was not staring at the dogs but at the crotch part of his pants. Untrue.
Mmm mmm mmm. I feel sexy and lazy and etheral and horny and primal and tribal and heady and brazen and seductive. Tomorrow i'll go dancing and have a few girls oogle me but none approach. I'll go up to a couple and they'll be taken. Breaking even, I'll dance in the cage, drink up a pina colada, and head home. My life is so predictable. I actually refuse to date another girl from the club, i've dated at least 5 or 7 already from there and they are all fickle, they are also not all that intelligent.
N told me that you can't go looking for love, that you'll never find it in a club. It just happens by accident one day, you stumble across it and your whole life is magically glittery and profound. Hey fuck you. You got three good chances at love, your best friend fell for you, your boss just happened to be bi, and you found a diamond in the rough dancing on a stage in a sleezy club. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. One fuck you for every damn chance you got and never deserved. I don't understand why love comes so easily for people who don't deserve it. I hate it. I want to become a bitchy, buxom princess that makes selfish, superficial demands so I can see how many lovers come flocking to me. I want to be...evil...and poised, oh, and you'll love it because you're a masochistic fuck that gets turned on by me rolling my eyes, pursing my full lips, and walking away in the highest heels you've ever seen. Yeah. Yeah, that's alawys how you've wanted it.
Or not. Darling-dear I am cold and tart and sweet, catty catty under a veneer of flame.
**Yawning**. What is on my agenda for today?
Get some paperwork taken care of
Buy household supplies I am running out of
Clean hamster cage and tell her she's the prettiest hamster in the world to boost her self esteem.
Go to coffeehouse and look pouty again. Last time, I smiled at the dogs owned by a man walking past and he then came up to talk to me, thinking I was not staring at the dogs but at the crotch part of his pants. Untrue.
Mmm mmm mmm. I feel sexy and lazy and etheral and horny and primal and tribal and heady and brazen and seductive. Tomorrow i'll go dancing and have a few girls oogle me but none approach. I'll go up to a couple and they'll be taken. Breaking even, I'll dance in the cage, drink up a pina colada, and head home. My life is so predictable. I actually refuse to date another girl from the club, i've dated at least 5 or 7 already from there and they are all fickle, they are also not all that intelligent.
N told me that you can't go looking for love, that you'll never find it in a club. It just happens by accident one day, you stumble across it and your whole life is magically glittery and profound. Hey fuck you. You got three good chances at love, your best friend fell for you, your boss just happened to be bi, and you found a diamond in the rough dancing on a stage in a sleezy club. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. One fuck you for every damn chance you got and never deserved. I don't understand why love comes so easily for people who don't deserve it. I hate it. I want to become a bitchy, buxom princess that makes selfish, superficial demands so I can see how many lovers come flocking to me. I want to be...evil...and poised, oh, and you'll love it because you're a masochistic fuck that gets turned on by me rolling my eyes, pursing my full lips, and walking away in the highest heels you've ever seen. Yeah. Yeah, that's alawys how you've wanted it.
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You have a lot of different emotions. I feel ugly, not sexy, tired, sniffy, and boring. So yeah that's my life. Ha ha
Yeah, clubsluts suck, I think I will at least check out a different club tomorrow for Chrissakes.