hello,

I've got a picture now, it is to represent the face you should imagine while reading this, please. Thank you, and remember to always keep my face in half-shadow.

Today I am feeling a mixture of intense emotions that are oscillating between extreme boredom and unjustified anger towards men, and then there is that itch for french fries that just wont go away. I have tried coaxing friends but no one is willing to entertain me with hand to hand combat or hand fulls of delicious french fries of all varieties--crinkle fries are my favorite, if you are trying to get on my good side.

Here is a picture:



I assure you that this is an exercise in literary warm up--How to exploit your period, stereotypically!-- After all, It would be a shame to expose you to premature insight when the author is so terribly under the influence of womanhood--and, as we all know, junk food is most often the only cure for creative atrophy and hungry, hungry hormones.

Erin