April 17, 2011

welcome to the whoreteL calipornia

dear no vacancy diary,

the shades are drawn. it is dark. i hear the distinct rhythm of sexual thumping on the wall- someone in the neighborhood is getting a pounding of a lifetime. why cant it be me for once. FOR ONCE? i remember when my pussy used to ache. i remember when my whole body used to ache. i remember when a frozen fifteen pound turkey wouldn't cool off the shit that was so fucking hot down there. i remember stretching my lips around the leg of that turkey thinking any minute it would be cooked enough to eat and we'd share it cuz i was fucking starved after all that. i remember thinking to remind myself to throw that leg away before i cooked that bitch for thanksgiving. it ain't like that now. my bathtub keeps me clean as i wait for the chinese sex slave ship to arrive. good night people around me who wait with me.