Sunday, August 29, 2004

What A Girl Wants, What A Girl Needs

Today's obsessions...

I cannot shove enough sugar into my mouth at this juncture. Dr. Atkins is rolling in his grave.

I can't stop thinking about sex, either. Yep, it's true. Guys do not have the market cornered on thinking provocative thoughts. And my vibrator just broke, to boot. Oh well. I guess I can take solace in my ice cream, right?

Eat too much ice cream, and I could end up with more of these. I've got a zit on my cheek that's driving me crazy. I know I shouldn't play with it, but I have horrible self control where this area is concerned.

I got out of bed at 4 PM today. Talk about a lazy Sunday.

Benjamins. Jacksons. Lincolns. I don't care what they are, I just want more of 'em.
Not enough for me to become the next silicone enhanced wife of an 84 year old oil prospector, just enough for me to work my ass of at the J-O-B and move on up and out of here... to that Deluxe Apartment in the Sky.

I don't know what the hell my deal is, but I cannot stop thinking of getting married. I guess it's because everyone else I know is doing it... but a look at a few of the junkies walking the streets is proof to know peer pressure comes up way short on it's promises.

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