i have issues. wish i didn't. that goes without saying, i suppose.
i am setting up to interview richmond mayor l. douglas wilder, and i'm already freaking out. my almost absolute lack of confidence in these situations floors me. i need to grow the fuck up already.
in the incredibly good news department, i once again have hot water. the prison camp days are over, yo...and not a moment too soon. i was about to scale the barbed wire and make for the highway, no joke.
'i've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones...' how do i always end up here? is it because i'm batshit insane? that's what i'm inclined to attribute it to, honestly. i think i'm one of the most batshit insane people i know, and even more for being able to hide it so well that people actually think the absolute opposite of me. it's a scenario that reminds me of a certain someone i share dna with, and that scares the fucking hell out of me.
yes, sorry. it's dark in here right now. even with the hot water.
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