good evening, ladies and gentlemen. i am honored to receive this award because i damned well know i deserve it. only the second date dammit and i was busy picking my nail cuticles, figeting on the couch... for God's sake, i actually cracked my toes! the closer he got, the more i took the form of that poor pathetic cat that PePe LePew pursues to no end... i proceeded to laugh and talk throughout the movie, fidgeting some more when it got too still, asking for a glass of water at the most inappropriate time, and trying to keep one eye on him and the other on the television set...what a sight, what a sight. Good Lord, what have i become? stomach growling because i was afraid to eat and distracted by impending roommates returning home, gossip gossip gossip, and becoming notches on the good ole boy's belt... easy easy. the honesty didn't flow too easily. i felt weird. i felt on the border of ridiculous. calm cool collected 38 year-old franny had exited the building and left this stranger in her place. franny is sorry today. she knows that what her body might want is usually what her head warns her about...sets those redfire alarms ringing and howling, "whatever happened to guarding your magic?" "get yourself together and think about this!" okay. a little remnant of franny remained and kept things in check. but psychoneurotic...well, she had other plans. kept turning no into yeess...
excuse my language, but franny needs a fucken drink.