Lament

Lately, it's a bit lonely in my corner of the world. Too much isolation makes me crotchety and intolerant. I am easily annoyed and also quite dull and stupid. My best ideas seem to swim right out of my brain before I can process them. I am also sick of being alone.

I'm a much better person when I'm getting loved up on the regular. Why are independence and regular nookie so often exclusive of each other?

Enough of the wah-wah pedal. This isn't a porn soundtrack.

I'm lucky to be literate, gainfully employed and loved. I'm just a spoiled whiny bitch.

(See -- celibacy is very bad for you.)