A Woman Will Forget That A Man

My Boyfriends Are All More Romantic Than I Am, And So Are My Lovers.

More Sex. We Must Have More Sex.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

Sometimes It's Not The Optimist You Need, But Another Pessimist To Walk Beside You And Know, Absolutely Know, That The Sound In The Dark Is A Monster, And It Really Is As Bad As You Think. Did That Sound Hopeless? It Didn't Feel Hopeless. It Felt Reassuring. It Felt - Real.