� | click here for flickr! 2003-01-17 my day my eyelids are twitching. i have nothing to do so it seems ridiculous that i have to be here. it's a three day weekend. my shirt has flowers and pearls on it. my hair is still wet. the heels have begun to come off of my platform cowboy boots. (yes. really) i might see chuck prophet tonight. i might not. there is a tile guy coming tomorrow to fix holes. i wish i had some spackle for my own. i accidentally cleaned the floor of my house with oil and people almost fell on their asses.. nobody, of course, thought my mistake was as funny as i did. but it did smell good. like oranges. i went to a nice dinner with 10 people. i ate a duck and wished i ate a fish. the service was bad. the food was good. boogie was extra cuddley under the blankets and waking up was no fun. i'm taking vitamins. i have 15 homies on my desk. i bought new lipstick yesterday. i supposedly sounded morose for a few days there. there is no timeline, they say. i noticed in a mirror that my bones are my mothers and i look like her more and more and my face is maturing and i said "my mother is beautiful. that is a-ok with me" i have an ob/gyn appointment coming up and i have this weird fear for my girlparts. like somethinghas maybe happened there while my back was turned. does every woman fear the fibroid? in the past month i lost my ability to listen to Tom without clenched teeth. nobody else has this effect. my brain is swollen like a bad orange. maybe i'll oil the floor with it. love, heather [ previous� �|� � next ]
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