Tch. Femininity?

So, like, I ran through some of the SPAM from my Mumsy's e-mail account. There was this supposedly inspirational -- to me anyway -- little tidbit about a woman's feeling good on the inside... and I'm not talking about getting knocked up.

Something about "have-to's", "need-to's" and "ought-to's". Whatever. All that clutter in the head and that kind of shit. I guess it must really be neat to just let go and not begrudgingly cling on to memories like a shrivelled up old witch. Well, my old self died a torturous death, sad to say, and I couldn't possibly dwell on the concept on conscience...since I can't sleep well either, with or without one.

It'll be just like a post-dinner afterthought...so I picked up a cat by its tail and threw it to see if it landed on all fours. It didn't.