5/13/07

1. I cant let anyone I know in on a secret….I think its okay that I think Im beautiful. Really. I tossed my hair around just now and it was like *pow*
Sex Goddess. Its the color of crushed grapes and my skin is snow-glowy white and I refuse to tan like most of the other hyper diseased college princess whores that I see running around like its Spring Break. I haven’t painted my nails in months, I hardly wear make-up anymore, Im just this ghost in thrift store castaways with books on my brain. It works for me.
And me alone, i guess.

2. There is a difference between "having sex" and "getting fucked". It lies in your head. Head fucking, like wild ponies and crowns small enough to fit a swan, is rare. Literature is the sexiest thing ever, sexier, even, that a man in an ill-fitting suit. I mean- please. Please. A man in a too-small, wet, well matched suit.

3. I love in ‘God Bless You Mr. Rosewater’ that there is much mentioning of the volunteer fire brigade. Its noble, dont you think?

4. I slept for three hours today after leaving work. I had lots of Very Important things to do but I was feeling shamefully lazy; I stripped and slept on top of the necklace I am making for mother’s day.

5. A leaf blew by me in the parking lot, a cool breeze followed. I thought of new pencils, notebooks, wool coats and college ruled paper. It smelled like early Autumn, back-to-school, fresh fresh fresh Christmas is around the corner Halloween is the best and candy corn is filling the pockets of my new school pants. I know!
Its summer.
it was just for a minute and it soothed me. Im very aromatically inclined.

6. I got a new shirt today. By ‘new’ I mean ‘found in the trunk of my car and forgot that I bought it months ago’. Its mint green with a faded black picture of Ray Bradbury on it. He’s looking distinguished and wearing a sweater. Im so afraid of what this will do to the emo image I seem to be harboring (and have been, apparently, for years). I guess being bookish and liking My So-Called Life is grounds for such a label.
I also like Iron Maiden. I even have a super steamy sexy lacquered belt buckle to prove this to others. I wear my fixations on my sleeve erm, or, belt.

7. I signed the petition for Paris Hilton to go to jail. I wish I could sign one, as a show of good faith to my children, for her to be executed. I would like to be part of the reality tv take down revolution. It begins with us, you know.

8. Im headed to Trader Joe’s for Ice Tea Lemonade, raspberry tea, blue corn tortilla chips and boooooooze. Then Im going to watch some bad tv, fold laundry and tell myself I dont need to go out and have fun- I make my own fun! Look? Look? Im sitting at home alone.
JEALOUS?
I might do some vain self portraits later.
I might challenge a kid in a wheel chair to a game of one-on-one just so I can own someone at something, even if they are retarded.
Genetically, I win. A win is a win, afterall.