There can only be one Girl Friday, and I’m sorry, but the position is filled…
I am having a hard time writing today. Everything I want to say comes out a little more biting than I think is probably decent. I’m well meaning, but somehow my intentions are getting lost in translation. All those clichés about mouths are true. I can run on at the mouth, I sometimes stick my foot in it; I have a smart-mouth, etc. I forget that this diary isn’t just written in the privacy of my room, it’s written for public consumption. Rules of decorum still apply, and though I loath to admit it, I’m not such a bad ass that I can abandon politeness altogether.
Since I can’t seem to think of something nice to say, I’ll say nothing at all. My lips are sealed.
…but…i like it when you’re not nice.
Me too!