Texas

i got a little reminder of what i used to want. i always planned my return to Texas to be like the 10 minutes before JFK got shot. y'know, ticker tape parade, me on top of a convertible giving the Miss America wave, little girls screaming like they saw the Beatles, that type of thing.
i wanted to rub my "fame" & "importance" in everybodys face.

remember that child star & how we loved to watch his movies? he said that he liked me because I was so ladylike & cute!!!! remember all the posters of rockstars on your wall? yeah, well I f*cked the sexiest ones! remember when we made a cult & replaced Jesus with that singer? well, he loved me so much that he flew me out to meet his parents!!!! remember how you used to worship that band that is synonymous with punk music? one of the guys said that I was the next big thing before i was even on vh1!

it would have gone on & on in that vein. quite disgusting & full of "I'm so great & you're still in Texas, 100 lbs fatter, & with 7 kids by that guy that I refused to date because he was not good enough for me". i had to stop myself from sending a letter like that this morning. i mean, really, what would be the point? i work on tryng to be a better person everyday. living in the past is useless. i may have had a more entertaining life than those i left behind but who really gives a sh*t?

despite all the fan letters i get, i still have to poop (although now that i'm famous, my sh*t smells like chocolate). my last famous boyfriend said that it was quite yummy!