gypsygrrrl

ok. I feel a touch less.... full of dispair? is that how I came off in yesterday's journal entry?

I think I'm just ready to kick it. to break this shit down. strip it down to nothing. to before nothing. and build up. build up good. strong. tall. beautiful. proud. that's all. so I've resolved to stop the spinning. the cycle of shit-head to shit-toe. I am not a design bitch. design whore. design machine. I just got stuck in the wrong groove. no groove. snap crackle pop skip skip static... white noise.

my baby's flying in to be with me tomorrow. I won't breath til then. so I can sigh deeply and release slowly the pressure of lust into his skin.. into his mouth.. into him.