NONSENSE

DOWNRIGHT ADDICTIVE.

That's what blogging is. Journaling, only easier. I have no excuse for not keeping up with my diary any more. The bad thing is, it's so much fun I find myself wanting to write when nothing particularly interesting is going on. Like right now.

I sit at my desk, sipping from a glass of juice and adjusting my nickers. Panty hose are a curse created by men. (Same guy who thought up high heeled shoes, I bet.) Why do we case ourselves up like salami on toothpicks to the point we can hardly breathe, hardly walk and hardly see through the mask of makeup and mascara? For the benefit of our men we head out like scantily-clad circus freaks. Oh yeah, I feel sexy. Take me. Take me now. (Quickly, before I fall and break something!)

See what I mean? Nonsense. But it looks so damn good in print.