26th December 2011

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Sometimes I have been thinking of not becoming a writer. I mean, after all, we live almost the year 2012, who would like to read writings by a young, hysterical, neurotic female?
All my life, ever since I became nubile, my human dignity has been determined by men, and usually it's somewhere between my fancy legs and my nice tits.
Sometimes I wish I was so ugly that no man would lay his eyes on me. I would be left in peace, except for those men who try to act so unique and sardonic when they point at my greasy hair and baggy clothes and say that I'm the kind of girl they would like to give a good ride.
christmas chickadee

I know it's already Boxing day, but anyway, I wish you all had a merry Christmas and I hope you all will have a happy new year.