I had this discussion with molly earlier.
You know how when you repeat a word over and over again, it loses meaning? Does the same thing happen to you when you look in the mirror too long? When your face loses meaning? It's scary. It's fucking scary. Its happened a lot more recently. I just wonder. I see something else everything else everytime I look. I see a shell. A body. Just something I operate mechanically from the inside. The rest of me is somewhere else. Inside, outside, floating around, forgotten, lost inside other people..
I'm gone. Things are getting monotonous as I approach the F word february.
Melissa got me these bracelets and earrings that are green and kick arse.
My dear tante Hedy sent me a witch calander for christmas. Theres color associations for every day. I've started to dress to them a little more than I used to. It makes my mornings easier.Today is topaz. Closest I could find was leopard print. You should see my closet these days. Damn. Like disney/thriftstore/several drag queens/ india threw up in there. I rather like it.
..i still envy medas pink ruffly skirt..
though shalt not covet, blah blah..
OO! bought some rollerskates. White ones. With rainbow laces and hot pink wheels. They make me smile. Now I have to re-learn how to rollerskate. "it's like riding a bike" my ass. What about wind, huh? And running squirrels?
Theres this dead bird thats been on the sidewalk outside rite aid thats been going through various phases of decomposition over the past three weeks. I've been keeping track of it. We are now mostly left with intestines and feet ^_^.
I'm twisted. It's getting weirder. this situation is flat. In the whites/ of his eyes/ theres a supersonic blithe/ you can tell/ by the tears/ he's a warrior who cries/
Heh jamiroquai. Those guys are cool.


"Comedy is just a funny way of being serious."-like i know. still good ^_^.