Building Blocks

Last night I dreamed I was shopping for Legos.

I worked until 1:30 at this club on 19th, it was slooooooooooooooow and I passed time playing video games and playing with my jewelry. I met this woman wearing Libra earrings, I told her my besty's a Libra and she told me her besty's a Capricorn. Then she goes


Do you mind if I ask you a kind of personal question?

No.

Are you holding any grudges against anyone?


I started wondering feverishly if it was THAT obvious. Am I really that transparent? That would be devastating, but really liberating at the same time.

Those thoughts only interfered for a second with my nodding very seriously without breaking eye contact.

How do you know?

It's a Capricorn thing. Just let it go, it only hurts you. It doesn't even affect the other person. It only. hurts. you.

Those are the random moments I honor by working in nightclubs as often as I can. I want as many moments like that one as I can get. If I could string those together and make them into my whole life, then I'd really be an artist.

So it doesn't matter that it was slow, or that I was dog tired, or that I spent most of the night thinking about day job stuff that's totally stressing me out and then spent like a third of my night's wages getting home cause I had to hire a car cause there were no taxis.

I ordered my last Bellini of the night and silently toasted that woman. And whatever else happened is inconsequential.

When I got home I made myself a snack and slept like a baby and dreamed of building blocks.

I like comic books because women are either rescuing heroes by being quintessentially feminine or kicking everyone's ass. Or even better: both. I like extremes and a lot of adventure.



And I like heroes and jazzy outfits, too.