irony

oh my God!

i so pity him. he's just right here, snoring his brains out while winnie is starbucks-ing wih her fatty gang! if, by some stroke of wicked, twisted fate, i were to own his heart, he would never, ever, ever fall asleep; my most difficult challenge in this lifetime is to keep quiet for at least 3 minutes- putting it to good use will benefit me and him, naturally! we will both have a spanking good time talking about us, and everything else prior.

obviously, he's the one asleep, but why am i the one dreaming?

introduction

the mistress of gregg.

who is gregg? he is the lounge parasite. winnie's 100+ month-long love.

who is gregg to me? my stalkee. my reason for smiling the silly high school smile. my means to a semi-normal lovelife (or the lack of one). my purpose for the i-have-all-the-time-in-the-world belief.

i am the mistress.