rows of teeth
2007-11-03 2:39 p.m.

the previous entry was a few days old. you should know.

when i wrote it, i was feeling blah, but it's fine now. halloween is a great holiday.

also it's later in the cycle. happier now, and bigger breasts to boot.

ebb and flow. the boys don't like it when i mention these things; don't want me to joke about getting wet like they joke about getting hard.

phoebe's boyfriend is in town and last night i said, "aren't you cold?" and he said, "i'm a man; i'm not allowed to feel cold."

i said, "oh, i know that. i'm not allowed to sweat."

so there are the limits of the sexes. he is a solid man-shaped stone. i am a hollow sex-shaped container devoid of fluids. the things that are not inside me include but are not limited to: sweat, lubrication, blood of the circulating kind, blood of the nourishing kind, snot.

i believe i am allowed tears.

and the lubrication thing...eh. when it's convenient, when it's needed, when it's a response to you, not something that is any way associated with me.

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stop being such a feminist bitch. there it goes. can't win either way.

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november is national novel writing month or whatever. fuck you.

i feel like i'm pulling teeth with this whole thing. how many teeth do i have left? when am i going to reach the point where i can't even chew breakfast?

there's never a shortage of stretched out metaphors, at least.

i'm airing my dirty laundry until the wind blows it to threads. and then i'll be naked.