My Mother Is An Extraordinary Woman, Extraordinary.

My Fear Is That I Will Be Crushed In An Elevator And My Mother Will Get Hold Of My Journals From My Adolescence.

People See Me And They Squeal Like Tropical Birds Or Seals Stranded On The Beach.

I Probably Have More Male Friends That Talk About Us In A Way That Doesn't Thrill Me. I Sometimes Get A Bit Surprised When Females Talk Like That Around Men.

Actually,i Am A Failed Anorexic. I Have Anorexic Thinking, But I Can't Seem To Muster The Behavoir

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.