It’s not really my fault. Its as if I have this enigma surrounding me that people love trying to figure out. I love the fact that people find me so intriguing. I’m extremely vain. [if I find someone attractive and then realize its because she/he resembles me, does it make me a narcissist?] So it really is not my fault that people will not leave me alone. I am a bitch- but I have begun to believe that every man at heart really wants a bitch. I am beautiful- so its not my fault that I attract both men and women. But really, its 0k, because, after all, a body is still a body. So what this story about an extremely cavalier woman who loves not only herself, but anyone who will love her back. There’s something attractive about a person who loves you as much as you love yourself.


So, wherever you are today, whoever you are today, this is what I am, or at least what I think I am, or maybe what I thought I was. But today I have the ability to encompass all of these things. And I could never mean to you what I mean to me.!