Arm's Length

do you feel as cute as you look today?

That's Liz, being awesome.

No. Not at all.

Well. You're faking it really well.

Nuff said, I guess. Proud bunny, I like to lick my wounds in private, smooth my fur, then go out to dazzle the world. I try not to skip a beat.





The tiniest couple of splits of sparkly find your girl all verbal and shit. Willing to share everything. This is not my most loving self, but it is the least inhibited and sometimes that passes for the same thing.

I went to the pub with my homeboy from work, kind of last minute decision cause we are both going through it right now. He's a ladies' man, he just stands there and cute girls come up to him with phone numbers and names and all kinds of unsolicited information. He's my ideal male companion at the moment because he's not pressed about me at all and there is no tension.

He has way bigger fish to fry. I do too.

So we talk. And have a couple drinks. The woes of the collectible, male and female, are usually similar. We are not so much distracted by the idea of rejection, but wondering when our luck will run out. Underneath all of the selection and fake frustration, there is an urgency.

We feel we have a shelf date.

This kid is like 6'4" and scruffy and well-bred. His shelf life is longer than mine. This is reflected in our conversation.

When it's all over I still feel like a birthday baby, I come home filled with optimism. As bummed and weird as I feel, the fact is that I've been opened, made receptive again.

Anything is possible right now.






There's a movie out now called "The Unborn". It's about a girl who was supposed to have a twin, but he died in the womb instead.

I learned this about myself at 16 or so, it only proved what I'd been thinking all along: I'm way too much person to be trapped in a single body.

Could you imagine two of me?

Could you imagine I'm living for both of us, right this moment?

Ya, pretty trippy.





Y'all know how I feel about tough guys with a heart of gold. Well, this is the first news story I read today (a very deliberate choice, mind you). You can imagine the mood it put me in. I'm still in it.

Tonight is Hopeful, and tomorrow is Friday! I'm gonna dress like Madonna did in '85 and go to the company happy hour, then maybe a reggae show after. Wish me luck.

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PS: Don't think I don't see what's been happening lately, I just cannot discuss it here. My tiny words aren't big enough. I'm the tabloids on your checkout route, a last minute purchase. Go elsewhere for substance, but come here for distraction. That's what I do. XO.