wolfgarden

I feel like some kind of matronly prostitute. Not even kidding. I'm not sure why. Some kind of matronly, experienced prostitute.

Even though I've only ever done with one person.

I am on the brink of discovering the joys of hook-up sex. Artist hook-up sex. It's almost like therapy and inspiration all at once. When writers fuck, basically. I still feel prostitutish, however. It's kind of funny. Actually, it's really funny. No, no money is involved. Don't worry. I'm not to that point in my stages of debt yet. Fucking money.

I feel like I'm living in some kind of unreal, movie world where everything is amusing and entertaining and Oscar-worthy. I don't know who I'm being played by, though. Maybe Anne Hathaway. I still haven't seen Rachel Getting Married. I want to see druggie Anne Hathaway! My mom tells me I look like her, but I don't see it. Must be the dark hair, because I don't have her facial structure/eyes/nose/anything else. I have the same body type as Liv Tyler, though, which is comforting. She's so awesome.

I really want to meet Robert Downey, Jr.'s wife, Susan. She seems like such an awesome, powerful business woman. I want to get her success tips. I love that family.

So, yeah. Hook-up's tonight. Very. Excited.