One thing you'll learn about me is that I'm really messed up. But I know I'm messed up, and I can only guess that that makes me a little better off than people who don't even know how fucked up they are.
when you don't even know what you don't know, isn't that a whole other level of lost?
So I'm only sort of lost. Like I'm in the neighborhood, just circling a bit. What do I tell you? Do I use you as a secret diary? Except that it's not secret, there's a whole legion of you reading! But if you don't know who I am, does that make for any privacy? There's anonymity in that, I think.
Or maybe these are secrets that I just don't want to keep.
Secret #1
My boyfriend the other week, asked me "where I go" when he fucks me. I of course answered, "Whatever do you mean?"
He said that it seemed like I totally go somewhere else, mentally. I told him I didn't.
But that's a total lie. I really do think about other things. I can't just think about him, though I totally love him.
is that fucked up?
yah.
But I told you I was.
I go to the local 7Eleven where I buy a king size Slurpee. But I don't tell my girlfriend that either...
All about you, baby.
Posted by: Pauly D | July 17, 2005 at 09:25 AM