“My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola, my eyes are wide like cherry pie.”

Not my line. The credit goes to songstress Lana Del Rey, who lets it all hang out in her compositions which frequently touch on female sexuality.

Del Rey’s music suits my current mindset which toggles between dreamy and crazy. This Groundhog Day existence has propelled my fantasies into overdrive where I often don’t know if I’m in the conscious world, or in a fugue state. Yes, I know that sounds nuts but it’s real.

Every day, the same tasks at the same time, boggling my mind with their predictability, even though I try to switch things up.

When I awaken each morning, my brain searches for scraps from the night before: Did I really send that text? Look. Don’t look.

As for pussies, mine probably tastes more like a crisp Absolut on the rocks, with a twist.