Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living; it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.

Generally I'm pretty open to talking about everything. I'm never quite sure I'm going to wake up in the morning so why not? But there are a handful of things I've bitten my tongue on. And it's not a matter of having the courage it's a matter of knowing what's the best thing to do. Not necessarily for myself but for everyone. And well duh I'm not going to talk about them here.

Here's a little piece of WTF:

You know a few years ago I saw a picture of my (at the time) boyfriends mother naked. In a very glamour-esqe shot too. And you know what? She was fucking hot. Like to a level that I will never in my life ever be able to achieve. Do you know how depressing it was to know that? And how awkward it was every time I saw her after that? I remember someone telling me maybe he likes you because you're more homely looking. Yea. That cheered me up.