Waaaah! Someone throw a brick at my head (just not the face please, I can't afford reconstructive surgery just yet).
I wish I could say bluntly the naughty episodes in my head. I wish I could bare everything so everyone else can devour on the juicy little details. I know my reputation is worse than who I really am. I feel guilt for the tiniest things. But not last night. Last night doesn't count. It was something I just had to do.
I know every other girl in many forms and maybe varying degrees has something she yearns for. It may not be as naughty or as evil or as mean as the next girl's whim but it is something she just can't get her morality to accept or do. It can be as shallow as making a virtual burn book in your head, gossiping about your ex's new girl or coveting your girlfriend's shoes. Every girl has desires whether she admits it or not.
I watched "Quills" about two hours ago and it is timely I saw this movie too.
I am sane. Last night, I was able to just go with my gut and now I don't feel the slightest remorse for it. I did what I wanted to do and really no harm done.
I am happy and like the gay guys in Meet the Spartans, I am skipping awkwardly across the room... Spread the love! :)
Monday, March 31, 2008
does it count when i don't feel the guilt?
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