I’m renaming my blog. “The Crazy Bitch Blog,” I think. I’ve written about being aroused by a ninety year old man, euthanasia mobiles and about getting approval from the neighborhood bum. There are other things but I don’t want to make it worse on paper.
Today I wanted to write about erotic armpit odor — this is no pretense, no cheesy shock value effort (like the title of my book – ha!) – help please… After hanging out with some very normal people lately, I’ve been able to evaluate myself, to look at my past. Why did I find the necessity of creating my own planet? No seriously, this isn’t funny anymore.