The only thing about lack of phoneyness is that there are some aspects of my writing that people can't handle. Friends can't stomach the idea of me having accidents in bed. Also, I wish things weren't so bleak for me.

I'm at an age where I should have a husband and children and that is way out of the question now.

I thought about making up an imaginary boyfriend, just so I could have something better to tell Doug than all the grim things I've been sending him. The concept lasted all of one post.