I have the best taste in this town. My bedroom is peach. Faux Victorian. I finally have an eiderdown quilt. 30 years. I deserve fresh flowers...I can barley write even this I am so uninspired. I want neckrubs so bad that I don't even mind giving them.
I swear I'm soul sick, not dead because of my taste and love of texture and smell but almost dead. This is the most I've written this week, which is unusual for me..My intellect..ha ha..it's a weapon, kiss my ass just like morning sickness. Don't you dare DISMISS me because I'm a woman.
Look, I'm not politically correct..and I'm not the voice of a generation, So Fuck You~~and I'll still be bleaching my hair at 59!! I can play Lady Macbeth, wait and see..SINCERLY QUEEN NARCISSUS~~~~~~~
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