Riddle me this, bitches. What do you do when life and balance and right and wrong gets turned around, ass-backwards and you are left sucking in the dust it leaves behind? Buy yourself flowers? Play spin the bottle alone in front of the mirror? Drink some tea...or something that looks like tea, but smells like brandy? I don't know either. March plight strikes again.
On a whole other note, you should read this book. Its called Rent Girl by Michelle Tea and its all about lesbians and prostitutes and drugs and other feel-good topics. But every page is drawn so beautifully that every vag-threatening moment becomes rather endearing. Read it. x
