Repress Yourself

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10 February 2006

I'm Just An "okay" Mamma Jamma.

Last night I went to see Hammell on Trial, and it was fun. I mean, yeah he's a little bit preaching to the choir and his songwriting is quite literal and the show was just shy of a poetry slam, but his stories are really funny and he can really rock an acoustic guitar, so that was nice. Then he sang a song about love and I suppose it was sweet, but it just made me realize how lonely I am and how I've reached that desperate-feeling point of "fucking strangers out of loneliness isn't THAT bad of an idea." I know. It's pathetic, really. But it's my new reality. The loneliness, not the stranger-fucking. I never thought I'd care about having a boyfriend or not having a boyfriend, but my daydreams have embarrassingly increased in boyfriend-having. Then I drank a beer and started wondering if being a "bad mamma jamma" is really good, or if mamma jamma-ness is a quality I'd like to possess. Some things never change.