Tuesday 7/18/2006 01:33:00 AM

There were bar stools involved. Some lubricant. The higher we got the lower I sank. Until the bottom was so high up that I began to doubt whether I'd ever been there.

There's the ugly you keep inside yourself and there's the kind you're willing to let roam free. Pull on the pantyhose and unhook the leash. Until the alcohol is just a napkin to wipe up all the other shit.

I didn't have to try very hard to find someone willing to make it worse.

That's the best part about being a woman. There's always someone ready to take their place when they're tired of hurting you.

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