Madlibby’s Weblog

or…sike?  I dunno.  I can’t do this!  I’m putting clothes in the dryer and snotty tears drip down my face.  I don’t even know what I’m feeling except ICK.  boys are ick – and yet…<beats head against wall/fist against chest/spirit against the universe>.  I can’t imagine kissing anyone – talking to anyone else even.  Sheesh.  This takes time.  Tomorrow is another day…I will never go hungry again.

Are you there Lord?  It’s me Libby…Oh…that is a great idea – Libby takes on the church and meets fabulous christian/jewish/hindu boys?  Now we’re talking.  Oh the tales of baptisms/briss/ummm what to Hindu’s do?

I’m so fucked.