In the not so distant past I was fascinated by the idea that my local high security prison has an art shop that sells art by inmates. Now that my mom is going to jail, I�ve lost interest.
And. Sil is having her birthday party the same day as the bicycle music festival I�ve been waiting all year to attend. Figures. Oh well. It's an excuse to drive my new Smart Car! 45 miles per gallon and no more parking woes! Yay!
Escapist mode is in effect and I am full of ache and lust and lovesickness and rapturous dreams. It�s a slow beguiling torture. I have an accidental bruise on my frontal nether region and I�m strangely proud of it. I didn�t realize I was like that. Lately I want to be conquered and tamed and dominated and forced to share, despite my fierce independent streak. That�s why it�s a "fantasy." It�s a cop-out. It�s easier to be melty lovesick over someone you admire than to be the person you admire. The latter is a healthier goal. Whip me until I show improvement.
3:49 p.m. - 2008-06-17