saint-louise's Diaryland Diary
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I'm a catch. And release.
I have a huge, nasty zit on my chin.
My hair is too long, and my roots are so grown out now that you can easily see all of my grey.
When I shave my legs, they still don't feel shaven. Five o'clock shadow. On my thighs. It's arousing, yes.
I'm still too lumpy to wear that lovely black dress that I got three years ago.
And even if I weren't Our Lady of the Perpetual Waist, I'd still have nowhere to wear the damned dress.
What I'm saying is: anyone want to take a hairypimplylumpy woman who can't raise one eyebrow out somewhere nice? I need to get at least one use out of the dress before I cut it up to make rags to wipe down my toilet bowl.
I'll even refrain, all night, from asking to eat the garnish from your drinks.
I know how to make an offer no one can refuse, don't I?
3:52 p.m. - 2003-02-28
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