The Secret Life of Talula McPeach

...in which the most top-secret, mortifying events are chronicled for the benefit of the world.

archives:

( 6:40 PM )

Dear World, I did not come on to him. All I did was give him a friendly little kiss and tell him I really liked hanging out with him. I kiss all my friends. What's the big deal? I hate it when guys are so self-involved that they assume everyone and their mother wants to sleep with them. Anyway, I like him as a person but I am NOT trying to jump his bones. Besides, I am pretty sure he wouldn't be that great in bed. He works at the sci-fi/fantasy bookstore. Did you know that? Read: super-geek. Read: probably a fucking virgin!!! Anyway to prove to him I do not want to sleep with him I am going to sleep with Damian who is the bassist in his band. Bassists are so HOT. Do you know why? One word: fingers.

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( 3:58 PM )

Dear World, You can see here that I have one true friend and he is a reptile, I mean an amphibian. His name is Henry! Certainly he is more loyal than any of the people I heretofore thought were my friends. Henry doesn't have it easy (just look at him) but he and I we've got each other's back.

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( 2:25 AM )

Dear World, This is new for me. The public diary thing. But I have a theory that the more public I make it, the less likely CERTAIN PEOPLE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS such as Shawn will ever find it!! More on this later. Meanwhile I just need the world to know that I did NOT come onto him like he is telling people. FUCK HIM!!! FUCK HIM!!! FUCK HIM!!!

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