Something Sacred

The only thing keeping me from getting out of bed now and just starting my day with a 2 hour bath is the fact that I have been up since 3. Technically, I haven't gotten enough sleep. Just like technically a tomato is a fruit.

Bah. Dumb facts. Dumb facts and memories are tonight's reason for being awake when I should not. And feeling like a sucka. And possibly the champagne cocktails I had at Bubble Lounge before heading home to assume a sort of doormat position.

I started typing out the whole stupid story just now and then erased it. It's not that worthy. And I am tired.

I wish sometimes that I could be as incoherent as I was 6 years ago.


opportunists knock

and i answer the door wearing only kneesocks and some boy's skate shop t-shirt. my defenses: nil. my trusty notebook: at the ready. if something terrifying shows up all slobbering and eager, i trust that i've forgotten just enough martial artistry to keep it at bay.

this is a fairy tale someone gave me in the wee hours.

the wolf puppy, the chinadoll, the paper tiger, the crow, the phantom and the glass monkey all sat down to tea. everything was going just fine until someone spilled a fantastic amount of chocolate liqueur all over chinadoll's dress.

all hell broke loose. there was suspicion hovering about. everyone peeking into everyone else's activities but feigning disinterest. they convinced themselves that interference from an outside party, even just to clean poor chinadoll's dress, absolutely could not be tolerated.

so everyone sighed and kept listening to the same stupid jokes they'd always told while they passed the biscuits and pretended they didn't hear anyone knocking at the door. chinadoll's dress was gooey and had wig bits stuck to it and no one would come see her diana ross review when it opened three weeks later at the mirage.

the end.

i sent out The Vibe last night really scattershot and unnecessarily. i have the pounding head and morning hangdog expression to prove it. i roll over, raise my eyebrows, shake my hair into my face and just say

good morning, sunsnine

and then roll back over to think about emotional assassination and the many different sniper-type vantage points from which it can be achieved without getting dirty.

god. but that's for tonight. i have grown folks business to tend to today. i have to sew something and then head off to work. deluxe paper chase.

laters.