Mmmm, that's good writin'.

Not much to say lately, but thought I'd pass on a snippet of someone else's voice. My friend Libby is an awesome writer. Check out this excerpt:

My life is absolutely totally great. I love working in the sex industry. I’m sexy and young and well-edjumicated and full of bubbling energy. And my car is bitchin’.

My life is an x-rated soap opera written by alcoholic spinsters with too much time on their shaky, ring-less hands. The sex industry makes its money off of mixed signals- porn starlet as sexually empowered woman on screen, exploited and humiliated smut slave on set- which is complex and bewildering for a female nymphomaniac who tends to warp her career into her identity.

In two months I will be 30, a deadline that has been shaking my psyche since I turned 26. My sexy clothes don’t fit anymore, and I feel like a polish sausage when I wear garter belts and high heels. I spend most of my time alone, exhausted from doing nothing.

And my car is an ashtray on wheels.

I hear ya, girl.