I spend quite a bit of time pondering those of the opposite sex I deem worthy of scrutiny. I want them to want me. I want them to hate me. Sometimes, I don�t know what I want from them� but rest assured, I am busy trying to figure it out.
Is this an integral part of the existence of a single woman? Am I over obsessing? Or over analyzing?
I need� something. Recognition. Admiration. A wetness, a need between my legs. A hunger satiated. I have holes, metaphorically and otherwise, that require filling. The rest is just icing.
It�s not healthy, I know; not balanced. But maybe if I stop trying to fight it� if I fall into this rabbit hole, perhaps I can navigate my way safely through, and leave it behind me. Claim my land of dreams and half-imagined passions for the storybooks, instead of guiltily sneaking half glimpses of a part of myself that I think should not exist. I am not a child. If I close my eyes, the Jabberwocky lurking by my bed won�t just dissapear. It�s time for a sparring match with the sonofabitch, perhaps.
So, here, kitty kitty� time to play huntress. See that bird there? All he really wants is to be caught.
6:15 p.m. - 2001-06-30
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