thefatlady

I don't think I got much out of this experience with SG except for maybe a few interesting friends who bullshit with me elsewhere and a certain twisted appreciation for marketing schemes that encourage mindless self-exploitation under the guise of "grrl power." Hats off for that one.

Still, I'm not renewing. Nice to have met you all.

Thanks guys.

Last night I slept by the side of the road in the middle of the Superstition Wilderness, flanked by saguero cacti and scrub.

You could lose your mind in a sky like that.

In the morning I took off all my clothes and looked down into the reflections in the water of the salty lakes.

It's my birthday. It's good to be naked....
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My boots got holes in them. I have covered three thousand miles in three weeks. Flagstaff is just another town but the Hopi Reservation, now, that's another world.

If you're interested in following along, check out my travelblog at

http://wonderleafy.livejournal.com

Somehow, the imaginary internet company helps. A lot. This is one fucking big country.

Today I went to the mall and bought a hatchet.







(I loved writing that sentence. Give me a minute.)

(Actually, that's really all that needs to be explained about that. I like it.)

In the last two days I did something I'm not extremely proud of: I posted a personals ad on Craigslist. No, I'm not going to direct you to it, but if you're...
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Fuck. Sorry about the double entry.

I have the shameful desire to wear my red bikini top all the time. Maybe some with some pants as well--it's hard to say.

You can tell the folks at Planned Parenthood really don't want poor people breeding. Without asking me, (a very, very poor person), they gave me a year's worth of birth control pills, a sack full of condoms, and a morning after pill. And I'm not even currently fucking. I'm not sure if this is some kind of ominous portent toward my procreational future or if...
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Oh, who am I fooling? No one, that's who.

My nonseniscal fantasy internet boyfriend just dumped my loser ass.

*cough*

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


P.S. NOT an invitation, yo. Unless someone else really geninely DESIRES to be someone's nonsenical fantasy internet boyfriend. In which case, I would like to know about it because i would like to laugh at you.

I hate the fucking double standard.

Be as naked as you want to be. Check out me in my skin suit... wooo!

I spent the morning naked in front of a passle of artists, fighting the urge to touch myself. Detestable people. Sarah Brightman is not great art, you fucks.

My body wants someone.