...I had really, really, really linear dreams last night. ~grin~
May : *looking over my shoulder* Hey, he looks like David Bowie!
Me : ~grin~ Yes, I know.
May : Oh, that is *so* unfair!
Me : How are things going with Blair, anyway?
May : Ah, he's still a Nazi. But now he's a Nazi with a LiveJournal.
Me : ~giggles~ What more could you want?
May : A Nazi who looks like David Bowie with a LiveJournal?
Me : He's not a Nazi!
May : No, but I can always wish.
I love May.
...since she asked so nicely.
Has to be perfect, as perfect as it can be. Long, long moments in front of the mirror, making sure the makeup is exactly right. Breathing shallowly as you slide the lipstick on, sweet red cheapening your values and increasing your price.
You stare into the glass before you; your reflection whispers, "Fuck me."
You stand, your dress riding up a little; readjust it self-consciously.
Turn around, looking up with wide eyes and parted lips.
Best I could do, love, I'm sorry. ~smile~ Not too inspired in Latin this morning...
~ticks off on list~
Suits you! Suits you! Suits you *lots*!
~bounce, bounce, bounce~ We like!
I think I need to go and find some lunch, before all that coke goes further to my head...
Sometimes you just want to curl up and cry.
Even though I'm theoretically still happy right now, now is one of those times.
Currently most other people around here have it a lot worse than I do. I should just shut up.
OK, forget the happiness. Just got two particularly unkind and totally unfair emails from my mum. Happiness? What happiness?
If I waited around for you to fucking know me better, you wouldn't like what you got to know. Seems that's happening already anyway. Whatever.