I've got so much ephemera.
Going round and round, I'm too dumb to be this down. Yeah, I know.... Babies need us. That's what we do, but the ass wiping is starting to take it's toll. Sure, I could charge millions for this, but I don't. And I never will... See, I have what they call in the real world "ethicalness" and I plan to exploit the living shit out of it until the cows come home or Kirstie Alley stops the madness, whichever comes first. Seriously, girl..... You are so thin, it's scary!
I've been trying to bounce back from that damn COLD. I hate the fact that my body isn't always an impenetrable fortress like my heart. Viral love comes to town and this bitch goes down. C'est la vie? Shit, man... I can't deal. So, I hop myself up on licorice whips and nasal spray and hope against hope that I will survive another round in "stupid human land." Yeah, I am working again.... Along with reading Courtney Love's Dirty Blonde diaries. That, in itself, explains some of the ranting. It could be worse.... At least I'm not hanging out with Paris Hilton anymore.
Everything I thought I wanted is an illusion anyway. Despite my best intentions, I've been had. So, where do we go from here? Down, dog, down.... In the meantime, I'll just keep posing in the sugar rain and hope that what I have to give comes back to me.
I love you, anyway....