Notes from a tired poor woman

I may have to live out of my whore box for a few days... wheeeeee..... That sounds so funny- but I did make $27 for my whore box this weekend. Not all from prostitution scenes silly... but yeah, I'll tell those tales soon when I have the energy to really reflect on OLF. I have a feeling that Deborah Addington and Berzerko's words together have really touched me... wow.

I have decided, when I am rich, I want to own a set of Teddy Ruxpin and Gruppy dolls. Put in cassettes full of heavy metal and grnge music and have them play for me while I cook exotic foods in the nude from my glamourous kitchen.

Purge. Rehash. Reflect. Trust. Evolve.

I become new each day, and become me more with every move. I begin to tell truths, shed fears and tears, move forward, and become me.

When I am rich, I also want a few pairs of vintage fur coats to roll around in or wear out as the snow falls on the Italian Country side. I want a quiet apartment to have for doing art and yoga in. I want to wear my skin suit with pride and with sloth as I see fit. I want to tear up and cry and not be afraid.

I long to live life fully. I say that, and yet so many turn to me and thank me for living life fully... I step forward. I try to become authentic. I strive. I purge, rehash, reflect, trust, evolve.

Divine grace, Grant me the strength to evolve.

I'm mad about the bag though.