So this is me: a girl, 22 but only a girl really, eating gummi worms and feeling guilty about more things than should really be possible. Craving hamburgers and other forms of red meat. Wishing I'd stayed sane and alone. Wishing... do you know how much wishing I do?

Too much, I think.

I've been TRYING to get Slash to get violent. I've been wanting to pull out his submissive side... and beat the crap out of it. I haven't done either, accomplished either, and I think it's for the best.

Hm. No, that's not true. I do NOT think it's for the best, I think it's for HIS best, maybe MEGAN'S best, not MY best. My best involves immersing myself in this, getting what I want, having fun again. I want to have fun again. I want, I want, I WANT!

*pants for a moment, tantrum finished*

Ok. Back to reality.

...and the words fly away, but not for good reasons. I don't know what it was I wanted to write when I sat down. I've forgotten completely, it's all gone. So I'm going to go write more of Songbird instead - yes, I am now home.

Look for me online, on ICQ. Say hello. If I don't respond, it'll be because I am writing.

That's all.