You Just Gotta Do it!

liquorology

I'm in love with David Duchovny. And now that he's back on the market, I think I may have to have him. Those eyes are absolutely smothering. I'd give anything to just be that girl... to have him stare at me in that way and make love to me like a hurricane. He may be as fucked up as I am, and I'm ready to find out. 

I've also come to the conclusion that I'm a liquor-fiend. But it's ok, because now I'm a whisky girl. I go for the things that are like me. I basically am the human whisky. I'm raw. You know exactly what you're getting. I let you hurt and warm you in the same moment. I burn. Either that or I'm vodka... able to amagalmate to everything. Classless and classy in the same moment. 

I'm thinking of dropping off the grid after the election, for a month or two. Any ideas as to where I should hide out? Spain, maybe. Or Brazil. Maybe somewhere in Africa or the Middle East. 

I just have to get out of here. Preferably with David. 

what don't you know

would shock you. 

27days

i want to win. i need it to be election day already. i'm already living off caffiene, cigs, booze and hope. with some change.

linda's gonna lose. barack's gonna lose.

and i'm going to cry. perhaps die.

who knows?