Hi. Let me introduce myself. I am ... that girl, that girl who amidst knowing what it wrong continues to do it anyway, and suffer the mind numbing convection over and over again. That girl who has her slogan as anti.porn=love, but somehow manages, as of late, to be drawn in a trance-like state to its mind-distorting images and echoing sounds. Up until 9pm yesterday, I wouldn’t have even classified it as a true “problem”. That is until I sternly told myself “no”, and proceeded to “go there” anyways. Admittedly, the alcohol does not help me in my search for clear judgment, nor does the pervy old boss whom I desperately long to be free of. So I must ask, how did “this girl”, allow herself to “get here”?