1 March, 2007

Who the hell (I say to myself) do

you think you are? (Well, I reply,

an almost-skinny blonde girl, chestless

moralless, moraleless)

You really shouldn't be so damn (my

mental self starts, stomping a mental cigarette)

negative all the time

When I argue with myself (I muse quietly, so

I won't hear) there are often no right answers.