When I was little my sisters and I made May Day baskets for the neighbor boys one year....I'm assuming that was during one of our truces with the bastards. No one caught MY ass, cuz I was so thoroughly disgusted with the idea of Jesse Koeshall or Eric or Brent Matthews mackin on me that I ran like hell and picked up some throwing rocks for good measure.

I've figured out my psychosis, Siggie. I like men that I hate. It's a throwback to my favorite movie, Gone with the Wind. It's just so much more romantic and so much sexier if I think any moment I'll piss him off to the point that he'll grab me and kiss me and carry me to the boudoir to be ravished. Also, I'm bored silly with boys that actually like me....what's the fun in that?