Fame

Adding to the mystery surrounding Poe's death, an unknown visitor affectionately referred to as the "Poe Toaster" has paid homage to Poe's grave every year since 1949. As the tradition has been carried on for more than 50 years, it is likely that the "Poe Toaster" is actually several individuals; however, the tribute is always the same. Every January 19, in the early hours of the morning, the man makes a toast of cognac to Poe's original grave marker and leaves three roses.

I want that kind of fame when I'm dead.

Paranoid

And so now....Here I am.
My mother is taking me to the doctor to check me for STD's.
And Pregnancy.
Great.

I just want to escape Minnesota for a while.
I need a change.
Some time with Michael would be nice.

Karma

If I would have just been a good girl...
If I would have just minded my own business and played by the rules..
If I did...Everything would be fine.
I had to be selfish.
I had to be rude.
Karma is a bitch.
I probably deserve to be a prisoner in my home.

It's to the point where I can't go out in the hallway or sit at the kitchen table. I'm not a member of the family anymore. They don't care anymore. I can't eat dinner with them. I'm not allowed to. I can't cook anything, since I shouldn't be using up THEIR food supply, so I had pancake batter for dinner. PANCAKE BATTER? Fucking ridiculous.
I've said that I hate my life in the past, but this is something completely new.
I'm on a whole new level of pathetic.

Welcome to my brand new life, you can call me the Girl called It.