Yeah, it's Brenda... still.
I know, I know. Some of you are probably wondering "what's going on?" or "has crazy Brenda finally lost her knockers?"
The thing is, I don't know who I am any more! But I do know one thing... can you say it with me, folks?
That's right, you sweet dumplings. Your dear Brenda is still here, but happens to be in something of a pickle, an identity crisis, if you will.
What's the point, really? I mean with all of this? All this frustration and shame? It's overwhelming. I want to be happy and carefree like Candy... but I can't... I just can't.
So many bad things have been happening to me lately, and I know... I know what you're going to say. Please don't.
This not a cry for help: it's a cry into the void. I want my lover to reach out to me, whoever you are, wherever you are... but nothing.
"Please be attracted to my magnificent otherness," I plead, but there is no otherness; only nothingness.
There is no otherness for the likes of you and me. We are asexual. We do not reproduce, and least not with these compulsions, not without a lie... male OR female (that's right you little lipstick lesbians!)
This next caption is... special. For some of you, it will be a retread, and a pleasant one, I hope. It is one of my best captions, and I do so wish I could write like this again.
I miss you, PL.