I feel as though I have lost my imagination.
Something that would bring me comfort and was pretty adventurous.
Mama says that I would talk to myself to as a kid while I played with my toys, but I was making my dolls act out scandalous little skits.
Jerry Springer was hot shit when I was growing up and from this gem of a show I realized that men fought over women, and vice versa.
I had only one Ken and he was always in the middle of two awesomely dressed, head-shaved headed barbies.
Of course I only emulated what I saw on the tube and did not understand the pain and complexity that infidelity held.
I miss that part of my mind.
It is time to get that imagination back.
Those are some rusty wheels to turn.