Sometimes,
Late at night I'll pretend that I'm this sexy-yet flawed
bad girl. I'll turn on my I-pod and find a moody song. I will
proceed to find a piece of paper and roll it into the form of a
cigarette and pretend smoke it. I grab a champagne glass and
generously pour in some apple juice. And if I'm feeling
especially daring, I'll go back for seconds. Then, I'll
lay down and think about life as I talk to my exotic secret
lover, who of course is a figment of my imagination.
Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that this
isn't normal. At all.