Dear God ...

[TragicPixie]

tee-hee.. I rarely buy clothing these day Marky. Only knickers when I don't feel like doing laundry. Or cute socks - I have a cartoon character sock collection going crazy.

I still hate missing class. It makes me feel like Tricia's right and I'll never go anywhere in life and am a failure. Which I know - logically - isn't true and my GPA is far better than hers and I'm more intelligent.
But I'm sensative and really easily hurt. (Even tho' I pretend I'm not - sometimes I'm just full of shit.) I know it's stupid and her problems seriously have nothing to do with me but I end up internalizing them anyway and at the moment am probably like a month from dropping out all together.
I tell myself things will get better when she moves. Let's hope they actually do.

On the chocolate makeup - I don't know of any makeup made out of chocolate. There is chocolate TASTING makeup these days ... but I do seem to remember a product by a company called Aqua Dessa (I think) that used to be carried by sephora.com that may or may not have been made out of chocolate and espresso. Blood on the other hand is actually kind of good for your skin and hair - as icky as that might sound. Or maybe crazy. I might be crazy and have some Bathory-complex or something but I digress...

Oh my cunt seems a lot happier now. I didn't mention it marky - cause well Iw as at work and in front of the dorm - plus I seriously don't think you wanna know that my cunt hurts. It could have been the three-hour sex J and I had a few weeks ago. It was an amazing night and all but ... it left me a little sore. We were playing around for like six hours - but he was actually fucking me for a full three. And then decided to go down on me for another hour or so and have more sex. I think my cunt has had enough for awhile. Since I think it's his fault - he must sit through the Vagina Monolouges all three days. Then again - he said he planned to anyway since I'm preforming one.

[marky]

Great to hear from you Pixie! I wish I wasn't so inebriated at the moment - somehow Kate Bush has got onto my stereo nearly against my will and all I feel like doing is staring at the wall.

I'll be back later.