Sometimes a girl just needs a little rage...

"I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus"

I couldn't decide this morning between Tori Amos or Limp Biscuit for my lyrics, but Ms Tori won out. She always has such an elegant way of putting things into perspective. I heart Tori.

Dear Shithead seemed to be a hit, so I'm hoping to reprise that segment on a weekly basis. I'm thinking it may even have a counterpart called Dear Cunthole directed towards the "other woman". Oh, I have some fun building up inside for her. :)

Everyone has been asking me how I'm doing. I'm not sure. Some days I seem invincible. Some days, I cry like a baby (those are getting fewer). The other day in Target, I had a mini panic attack in the middle of the shoe aisle - completely out of nowhere. It was like someone smacked me over the head and said, "He fucked another woman." I'm not sure how else to explain what happened, but it was almost like I had let myself forget for a few moments what has been happening. Reality, that bitch, decided that I needed a wake up call in the shoe aisle. Wondering if she visits D.

He's moving out July 1st. It can't come soon enough. Fucked up part of that whole deal is that he'll be just down the street. At first I thought that could be a good thing - he can come over and mow grass, take the kids to the park, or whatever. But knowing that he's literally just down the street makes me somewhat anxious. Hope he doesn't think he can keep tabs on me. Hell to the no.