Saturday, November 9, 2002

He is such a fag. I’m such a homo. A match made in heaven don’t you think?

After the fabulous dinner I cooked myself (and ate, duh), I applied an intensive hydrating masque. After that, it was thisthis, and then this.

Unfortunately, I’m all relaxed now and don’t feel like writing much. Instead, I want to snuggle up in bed and read a little. Sorry if anyone was excitedly waiting for some fabulous blog out of me today. (That was a joke. All 3 of you are laughing I assume.)

Oh, I can leave you with one kewl thing I found today. I’m not finding much interesting online these days besides my favorite blogs that I keep mentioning here…but check this out. Now where did I put my fortunetelling grundu? I used to have, like, 3 or 4 sets of tarot cards, runes, a bazillion different crystals, and various other new age paraphernalia “back in the day.” I had some terrific how-to tarot books too. I think I still have THEM too. Hmmm, maybe I could look for a teensy bit of insight on my job situation from them… just a thought.

Off to read. Promise to have yummy updates tomorrow.

someone is speaking to me
saying things i don’t understand
it’s more than a whisper
a voice familiar…soft…steady

where do these thoughts come from?
why must you say them to me?
someone creates them in your mind
what do they all mean?

i’m scared now
not for them but for me
scared that you’ll lose control
i can’t control what you do

please stop
saying these things to me
someone please give me strength
i won’t change into you

Look, I’m not a poet but at least I know it. Saw Jekyll & Hyde last night. Got home late so I didn’t write. Will right more when I’m finished teaching later today.

Originally posted on Blogger when I wrote under the pseudonym pianoforte.

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