Slut Hater

An excerpt from a letter recently discovered in my mom's basement that I wrote at age 14 to her :

"...yes, I know I had an attitude but I can't help that. And if you think I can, you do it, too. You say I'm boy crazy. No, Mom, I'm not. Please forgive me for liking a guy or looking at a guy. I'm not 10 years old anymore. And I'm not a slut. I can't stand sluts. You should know that."

And for the record...I still hate sluts. Even thirteen years later.

Gosh, Mom!

Basket What?

Oy vey.

"I don't want to talk about it to you/ I'm not an open book that you can rifle through/ The cold hard truth that you'll see right to/ I'm just a basket case without you/ He's not a magic man/ Or a perfect fit/ But had a steady hand and I got used to it/ And a glass cage heart and invited me in/ And now I'm just a basket case without him/ You're begging for the truth/ So I'm saying it to you/ I've been saving your place/ And what good does it do?/ Now I'm just a basket case/ I don't say much and it'll stay that way/ You got a steel train touch and I'm just a track you lay/ So I'll stay right here underneath you/ I'm just a basket case and that's what we do/ Won't somebody come on in and tug at my seams/ Oh send your armies in of robbers and thieves/ To steal the state I'm in/ I don't want it anymore..."

If you don't own this album and you're slightly emo like me...go get it. Sara Bareilles- Kaleidoscope Heart.

Anywho, I woke up with this song in my head and I'm pretty sure I know why. Making intelligent decisions is a bitch but necessary when someone is making you a basket case. And that's all I have to say about that.