2001:November:25
2001
Suffice it to say that it was a very very learning experience weekend (is this the insidious "buzzy" new 'PC' thing I do now?). The surreality hits me while I'm sitting here wooed to write to you whilst listing to the highly acclaimed radiohead 's "OK Computer" number ten. It's the most beautiful melodrama of the black hole core of my existence. Stuff I've thought to tell you:
> My sister bought a magazine during her meloncholy poignant visit yesterday. It was a Cosmo Magazine. I hadn't read one in a while and thought "Wow, how fun, a girly magizine like the kind I used to be addicted to". To me, Cosmo is like the national enquiror of wimmen's magazines. "Such a pretty house, and such a pretty yard, and no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please........." Anyhoo, as they've vacated my world and, I have my hair in a Rachel Hunter sexy curly/messy style (Rachel Hunter is my new superhero. I saw an E! celebrity profile of her. She is magnificently truthful. The best I've ever heard. I wish her all the best. God what a lesson to have to leave Rod and go it on your own. I'm surprising myself by arrogantly wanting to give her the clue that the next stage could be reached by maybe - or rather the next stage could be signified by perhaps - the desire to wear her old style of curly/messy hair again. As in, I think part of the brilliance of life is also the ability to revisit baboonheads ((a direct reference to read "The Blond Baboon")) and actually hang them on your wall, and I think Rachel and Sandra Bernhard are amazing at this almost). Anyhoo, I'm sitting here about to go on a walk around and then come home and snuggle with Mark on this rainy early day. My ceramic christmas tree looks so beautiful (after I moved it from where my mother had it and took all the ornaments off of the norfolk pine). Anyhoo, the magazine my sister bought is what I'm reading on this rainy november day. This is my last day off before work, and I'm LIVING it one microt at a time. This magazine is a creepy HAVE SEX BE SUCCESSFUL HAVE IT ALL horror of horrors. I'd forgotten. I feel sooooo sorry for the pitiful creatures that would even find camp in it. It's the equivelent of Baby Jane being a successful make-up artist sensation. All warped with crusty masks. anyway, the "Soulmate Test" article was like being written about. It was if someone wrote about Mark and I. Kind of arrogant of me (and annoying to me even) but wow.
- I also learned (and concurent with above to brag) that humor is totally amazing because it's "Funny because it's true", people who are funny are constantly laughed at SAYING how ridiculous our lives are.
Yeah, I so felt strange around my parents. I feel like we're from different planets from both my sister and them. Suffice it to say that I was VERY in agreement with Mother Gilmer's suggestion that we should all smoke pot. (almost as funny becuase the humour in "god, as if!!!!! AS IF.)
- Well, it's time for me to clean that litter box and get a walk in before dark descends. Love to you.
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