I have been Bobby-free for just over three weeks... The whole let's-be-friends thing did not work out, like quitting smoking but telling your self you'll only have one on the weekend. A few posts back, I related the pain of withdrawal I was experiencing from our break-up, and today, that pain has not abated one degree... well maybe one half of ( Read more... )

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Does anyone know what happened to Space Ghetto?

We sick&twisties miss it... cadavers, pussy, and all.

My trip to LA was exactly what I hoped it would be, a chance for me to reconnect with myself, my slutty, do-you-think-I'm-pretty self, the self so often ignored when I'm in a relationship. My casting director and I drove down and talk and smoked spliffs and talked and zoned out and talked... it was very cathartic.


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Ok, ok, OK. Perhaps it was not the best thing to try and cut two major things out of my life at the same time, but it seemed and, once over this hump, still seems a good idea. Just need to make it over the hump. The hump being withdrawl; the two major things being Bobby and cigarettes ( Read more... )

Friday's Child Is A Monkey


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