Tuesday, August 28, 2007

i guess i fell in love too quick kinda got burned up by a red head chick

I have the best hairdresser ever. Even battling jet lag after doing hair for the Miss Teen USA Pageant, he found time to do my hair, badly in need of a cut and color since it was looking very Raggedy Ann.
I hate that my already freakishly huge eyes look even freakishlyer hugeier in photographs. What the cock? I'm the living embodiment of an anime character. I am Sailor Moon. Only the auburn haired one. Sailor Jupiter.

Or, really, Clara Bow. Go ahead, I've presearched Google for you. Take a look at the first picture. Yeah. Ironic, isn't it, since she was the It Girl?

Monday, August 27, 2007

it was a naked girl right in my face high class culture all over the place

You know when it's hot out and you're sleeping naked and it's 4 AM and there's a loud knocking on your door and you're all confused and you eventually come to with a start and you go to answer the door and it's the police and they're telling you your neighbor has been wandering around the airport with her pajamas on and what all do you know about her, is she close to her family, and you're telling them you don't know her, have never seen her, you've only lived here for three weeks, but it's sad that she's in her pajamas, and you suddenly realize that you aren't in yours, that you've been standing there naked the entire seven minutes you've been talking to them, and you can't turn around now, because that would be churlish, you just have to suck it up and hope to fucking FSM it all ends soon?

I hate when that happens.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

I'm...tired. Just plain tired.

I'm moved, and I don't even know if I can begin to tell the story of the move just yet. But I'm moved. I can't go public with everything else yet but my foot is still bandaged although I'm off the crutches. And I'm surviving, somehow.