Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentines Day...

... I give you my vagina.


There's not really any more I can add to this. Except to bring attention to my favorite line:

"sprouting from their asses like a bouquet of ferns"

Monday, February 2, 2009

Rescue

Recently, someone told me, "I will not try to change you. I will not try to rescue you."

This surprised me. Do I seem like someone ripe for changing or "rescuing"? I am acutely aware of the new areas of stress in my life, as are my closest friends, but I have never been one to talk too much about the things that weigh heavily on me. Talking about stress, for me, only augments it.

So to much of the outside world, I should appear to be terribly carefree. And even when that's only an illusion, it should be a relatively consistent and believable illusion.

But to be fair, I don't think that comment was made with any serious intent or conviction. It was one of those throwaway phrases that people put out there from time to time.

But my real takeaway from this is that there are people out there who do want to be "rescued."

I don't need rescuing.

But I am apparently waiting for something. I don't know what though...