The Secret Life of Talula McPeach

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

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( 10:14 PM )

Dear World, Well, I never did hear from Jon again. Fuck him anyway. Fuck that. So what if he can't do my website? Amy said she'd do it with me. We're still going to make a point of torturing him, too. Only we have to make sure that he doesn't confuse our antics with flirtation. Amy is coming over tonight and she wants to do some spells with me! I am going to have to have a very serious talk with her about Wicca and make sure she's not treating it frivolously... but if she's serious, I bet we can work up some magic together. We haven't hung out in a really long time because for a while she had some dumb boyfriend. Which is of course redundant because boyfriends are dumb by definition... but that's beside the point. The point is, we can do what we can to change the world to make it better. We have no time to worry about petty shit like boys not calling us after they fuck us. For one thing, it needs to be the other way around (it is us who need to be treating them like meat, at least till they get a grip) and also we as daughters of the moon need to be free of all attachments and not debase ourselves my having any of our power affected by the failings of men.

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( 12:44 PM )

Dear World, Bill C. Davis is my new hero. That is probably the best-written statement on what's going on that I've ever read.

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