What's The Use?
I'm pissed off. i auditioned for the Vagina Monologues and got in. What the hell possessed me to do something so utterly stupid?! No one wants to pay good money to listen to an overweight, ubermasculine, bummish, saggy-breasted oaf talk about her vagina...do they even know she has one? I wish i knew who said that it's whats inside that counts; i want to know who said it so i can ring their necks and gut them like a fish....since they think that its whats INSIDE that counts, maybe if i rip them open and yank out everything that's inside and burn and let them smell the stench and blood of whats "inside," they'll see that they'd rather look at the outside, just like everyone else. i found that i like a song about an old woman who got tired of her husband making her life miserable, so she got him drunk and drowned him in the river.....here's the story that goes with the song....www.darknessrising.com/Fanfiction/Elizabeth/Eowg.htm...it's somewhat sadistic....the story and her song...but, i can identify with her; i can understand the relief she feels after he's gone. it seems that i like tragic stories; i don't intend to, it just happens that way.....im not ashamed, though....being a twisted, sadistic bitch who enjoys learning about the sorrows of others and connecting with their acts of revenge has it's good points, believe it or not...it's not the best thing in the world, but the alcohol balances it out...........calm down.....im getting help...."Hello...my name is Domonique and i'm an alcoholic.....im also a moody, short-tempered, quasi-sadistic, psychotic, sex-oriented bitch....it's a pleasure to meet you....."