wicked-siren

Nothing like the aniticipation of having a stainless steel rod jammed through the layers of your flesh to provoke the urinary tract.

Sometimes I just wish I lived alone. I don't have a reason to leave, a reason to come home, no one to grocery shop for, no one to laugh at me because my cabinets have nothing but sauer kraut and pop corn in them...maybe a few carrots. Where did my life go? When did I let it?

I've made it too far to take orders from a damn cookie. Why are there cookies on the counter? Where did they come from? Better yet, will he notice when I toss them in the trash? I'll have my celery, thank you. It's actually starting to taste good. To less you eat, the more flavor. The more you eat...well, you get the idea. I've even started to like drinking tea.