Vagina Soliloquies.

My vagina delivered an address to the nation from atop my balcony. It cried "Don't weep for me, Americaland." (Americaland is the town I live in)

Today I wore a pink shirt with butterflies on it and a pink sweater and pink shoelaces and a pink bra that I put on likea grownup and I had a nasty case of pink eye and I read Sam Pink's blog probably but I don't think he wrote anything new and I ate a heart shaped pink frosted sugar cookie and I didn't tip any waitresses in honor of Mr. Pink and took a brisk walk around the hospital until my cheeks were pink because it was still daytime at 5:30. I love it that it is still daytime at 5:30. Daytime, Daytime! Chainsaws.

I burned all my pink breast cancer awareness ribbons though. Women should just lop off their breasts. That would cure breast cancer forever and also it would make me feel very superior with my un-lopped breasts. Very superior indeed. I would have more vaginatown cards and roses and chocolates than I would know what to do with. And secret admirerers golore. Chainsaws.

Long story short, I hope you had a nice V-town day and I hope you got to really get up into that V. If you know what I mean. Chainsaws.

Viva Americaland!

This wasn't what I wanted to type.