And so today was one of those days when I realize we must all need a nemesis or two (nemesii?) because the universe keeps sending them to me. Really, I don't want them. No, thank you. My life is about to become overpopulated with bad. Yet, I smile and nod and say how lovely and try to remain awesome through it all.
I am still writing every day and this helps, especially because I am pondering the nature of horror with wild scenarios. I also fantasize about becoming a night baker and making bagels for a living. I like bagels. Plus, bagels make people happy. Unless they're crazy and don't like bagels, of course.
I am in that want to disappear kind of mood that is part hormones and part bad freaking day.
I bought some new scissors and two pairs of fishnet stockings because sometimes even the most enlightened need retail therapy. I also bought nectarines, which I really hope don't totally suck. There is something about stockings, scissors and nectarines that suggests femme fatale. No doubt my purchases mean something wicked and symbolic and Freudian. I smashed my finger today and it hurts like mad. The gods are conspiring against me.
I wish somebody would adopt me and give me my own room, a pink bicycle with a banana seat, and an allowance. I am feeling childish.
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2 days ago
2 comments:
Very good nectarines lately, so I hope yours are, too.
Nemesii are hard to bear. But you've got those scissors! You and Boo Radley both know what to do with scissors!
My new scissors are awesome and have funky zebra-striped blades so that no one in the house can steal them!
Fingers crossed on the nectarines. I always think of that line from Seinfeld: "Fruit's a gamble. I know that going in."
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