I'd rather be fucked then made love to. That's just how I feel. I mean I know that sounds masochistic or like I'm anti feminist or like I’m a sicko of some sort or another, and maybe I am, but please violate me. I mean as long as I'm attracted to you that is.
Everything is closing in on me. I mean the days are getting shorter or my fuse is getting shorter or my attention span is getting shorter and I think my spine is getting shorter. I mean I'm fucking tired. Tired of cleaning my house, mowing the lawn, feeding the animals. I'm ready for an ashram in India and I don't even know what an ashram is. That's how tired I am.
I mean the holidays are coming and I don't give a damn. I'd like to escape to an isolated island with my husband but I'm already there. If I escape anymore than this I'd be on row boat in the middle of the pacific surrounded by sharks. As a matter of fact that pretty much describes Maui.
I mean I'm siting here typing and bitching while living on the yacht so to speak. I mean do I have the right to bitch. No, not really, but what the hell? I know there's children starving in China. I mean I think that's still a fact. I know there's children starving here. I mean the U.S. I'm not sure how many children are starving on Maui. I mean with all the fruit around and all.
I've been chewing on this same fucking piece of dark chocolate for a week.
All I mean to say is, I'm over it.