drunkencynic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- where has it gone?...gone with the wind... I want to be beautiful... like I was then... every day when you loved me. By my troth, I am sick. Perfect timing, too. Thanks a lot, fucking piece of shit immune system. I'm going to have to have a serious talk with it. Maybe ground it. Take away its allowance. Ohhhh, you're in big trouble, missy! Last night my sisters and I watched Gone With the Wind. They'd never seen it. It looks like I've set out on a quest to educate them about classic things. The whole time Lexz was saying, "What? I don't get it. What does that mean? Sarah? I don't know what she means. I can't understand this. Oh god, is she gonna kill him? Is he gonna die? She's gonna die, isn't she. I don't geeeeet it." I have the house to myself tonight. And, predictably, I find myself devoid of a male whom I can, in good conscience, invite over to sleep with me. Fuck. Where's all that hardcore porn when you need it. 9:44 p.m. - 2003-10-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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