Not Asploded. That is a term that has no application to pussy.





I have to go practice for the Drag Show at 7:30... I'm supposed to have invented some kind of dance step or something to fill in the time that I'm mouthing gibberish... but I'm not a dancer. I really kind of need direction; the only reason I did this in the first place was because Jen was supposed to be choreographing it all. And because Christine gave me lip gloss that lights up and has a mirror...

How did she know that shiny things are my one weakness?

I don't even know if we are still doing it, I'm pretty sure that Matt is no longer involved, and I don't know who is taking his place.


I haven't slept in... a while. I thought that I was sick at first, but now I think I'm just crazy. Maybe eating those pills wasn't such a good idea... but the stranger who offered them to me had such an honest face...