competitive spam.

spam is really good. but i don't eat it anymore because everyone thinks it's gross.
once, i had a boyfriend who was a vegetarian, so i stopped eating meat in front of him. but i would sneak off and eat chicken in my car.
it's who i am.

a strange kind of knowledge. the kind our parents never had to have.

mmoooon daisies....spider mum....bleeding heart tetra fish melusina dreaming a dojo a ropefish a lamia in the cevannes.

it's all spam. trying to organize my life just makes me confront how ridiculous i am...as a person...i need a jar for fake tattoos and stickers.
i have made several efforts to buy nipple paint.
i am not proud of this.

i actually have a note to myself to buy a brown paper bag so i can pretend to hyperventilate, and i can't throw that note out. do you know how that feels? do you??

celebrities are like gods and monsters. if you don't believe in them they don't exist. next time someone mentions one, squint up your entire face and say, "who is that?".

it's great.