things i do when i'm sad.

dear spanky,

eee! i love those news accounts where a heinous crime is comitted and the person fesses up to one little bit of it but certainly not the rest - the rest of it had to be the work of a sick mind, indeed. well, i shouldn't say i LOVE them, because there is murder and the rest, but i can't help but be intrigued...

it seems right that, coming upon your already dead husband you might, say, chop him up and fry him in a moment of grief. i suppose i'll buy it. innocent, i say. clearly she was just sad to lose him.

we've gotta get you back on a healthy regimen. read your 'eat right for malnourished, scurvied dummies' book, get on the flax pudding and get to the gym. that'll fix you up real good just like last time.

i'm done the essay. never again. i mean it this time. never. not even a whole MONTH from now. never to the extreme.

paradigms,
sticky