Confessions Of A Fat Girl… Or Two

The first one, I’m on this spaceship, staring out into the universe and my cell phone rings. It’s my ex who lives in Australia now. And, I happily chat him up as I snort pink cocaine.

In the second one, I dreamed I had a baby girl and I named her Herbie.

The third one, I had to go back in time to stop my friend from fucking something up and when I went back in time, I got in an accident, so I had to go back in time to tell myself NOT to fix my friend’s fuckup. It’s weird and confusing.

I’m going to hang out with an old friend tonight. I’m pretty stoked about that.

I tried to call the boy and talk to him but the words just wouldn’t come out. So, I stammered off about how I couldn’t talk on the phone and hung up. I’m sure he thinks something is up. I did get online and email him though. I’m such a mess. It’s easier for me to lay out my thoughts in a neat written format where I can over-analyze everything I say fifty times before I actually send it out.

I basically told him he needs to start ChaCha-ing enough to make a daily goal , or Dallas does have public transportation. He needs to start making money if he wants to eventually come to here and be with me. Now’s the time to prove yourself. Let’s hope he will.

I really need a smoke.