leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I want to take my clothes off. It's almost not want, it's almost need. I'm sitting at my desk trying to concentrate. They've got the air conditioner cranked so high, you could cut glass with my nipples. Yet for some twisted reason, I want to pull my dress off over my head and curl under my desk in my garter belt, stockings, sensible heels, and under things. I can't keep my hand away from my mouth. I've had the back of my hand curled to my lips, biting at my left baby finger for close to an hour. What happens to me? What switch gets flipped in my head? Normal people don't have to pinch themselves to keep from lying down on the floor at work or taking their clothes off and looking for someone's lap to sit in. What the fuck is wrong with me? God, what's wrong with me? 12:06 p.m. - May 20, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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