Wednesday, November 05, 2003

I like clouds.

But what I really like to know is why guys are intimidated by me. My friend, Stephen (long for Steve, which has that queer "V" stuck in there) suggested that maybe I shouldn't be saying, "Great time? Ha! It sucked more than a newborn on a teet" when a guy says he had a great time on our casual promenade.

Now, now. I'm not a desperate spinster looking for a widower. I just want to know what it is about me that threatens them so.

Bah. I'm probably going to end up like Tina Turner, anyway: Ike-'bused, butch and bald* with killer gams (<--insert "I am woman, here me roar" bullshit.)

*Okay, so not technically "bald", just simply "wig-wrapped". But I didn't want to ruin my alliteration streak.

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