What's your favorite guilty indulgence?
Chocolate. Marijiuana. Lipstick.
Those rich, decadent things that make one feel good, taste good, or feel pretty.
Lace, to feel more like a woman, and less like something caught adrift between the sexes.
Sex, to quiet one's maudlin thoughts.
And the lonely musings like these.
Time to slap this book shut. I don't want to miss this journal if I ever lose it.
Paper, you know.
I'm afraid of fire.
Aren't all paper dolls, two dimensional, hidden in thier box, unloved or tattered alike?
Those rich, decadent things that make one feel good, taste good, or feel pretty.
Lace, to feel more like a woman, and less like something caught adrift between the sexes.
Sex, to quiet one's maudlin thoughts.
And the lonely musings like these.
Time to slap this book shut. I don't want to miss this journal if I ever lose it.
Paper, you know.
I'm afraid of fire.
Aren't all paper dolls, two dimensional, hidden in thier box, unloved or tattered alike?