I'm generally medicated well enough not to become quite so rattled. Since the incident at work with the owner I just can't feel good about myself. I feel violated, betrayed, naked. Getting mad solves nothing and only confirms what I suspect, that I'm nothing but an angry child hiding behind the facade of a woman.
You're a mean sonofabitch, Basil, and one day your bill is gonna come due.
1:15 a.m. - 2006-09-17
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