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verbminxawake still and staring, staring...
***star-ing.***
lately i can smell myself. no tragedy, i take a shower every day, just the noticing. (sometimes i can smell things which i don't wish to smell, though.) it's tangy, like a sweet and sour stir-fry. i wanted to be dessert but being a main course is not a bad thing.
i am trying to be scrupulous about personal care. it's easy to let it go when you can be housebound for unpredictable days on end. i don't blow my hair dry if I'm not going anywhere, but I try to maintain a relatively normal routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face and taking showers and lotioning hands and feet, that sort of thing. and lip balm. oh, my love affair. it's kiehl's or philosophy (commanding "kiss me!") or softlips or dirty girl or burts bees or bath and body works cherry vanilla or gap cranberry spice or... i am a lip balm museum. shallow but i hate it when my lips are cracked. sometimes, unbelievably, i don't have any balm at hand and i smear "vaseline creamy formula" on my lips, which works well enough.
i have a bottle full of largeish hospital-green tablets, an uncomfortable laboratory shade. they make me gregarious. i have a bright royal blue plastic box with a knife in it. i put the green pill in the box and when i open the box again it's in two parts, one of which i take. sometimes i wish i had health insurance, then i could take demure pink pills and dispense with the garish little medicinal torture device. poor bisected paxili.
i am having a minor identity crisis lately.
i finished ghost world, and it surprised me how much i identified with enid.
and i looked at the theme i have on this new desktop, this new computer, fast and efficient as it is. it's a corbis theme called "fashion", uses an umbrella for a cursor and minxalicious little winking curious lashy eyes for a wait cursor. but the wallpaper is a picture of a woman shown from the back in a gorgeously tailored coat and a white hat like a conquistador's helmet. she's against a bank of glass doors and pressing on one, with the city just beyond. is it serenity or entrapment?
when i thought about it i was dismayed. but it's fitting.
my world cannot be a 10-ft cube, even with glass doors and lovely things. get ready. i have to we have to get ready be ready find ready let ready come to us so we can shout it's here it's here.
***star-ing.***
lately i can smell myself. no tragedy, i take a shower every day, just the noticing. (sometimes i can smell things which i don't wish to smell, though.) it's tangy, like a sweet and sour stir-fry. i wanted to be dessert but being a main course is not a bad thing.
i am trying to be scrupulous about personal care. it's easy to let it go when you can be housebound for unpredictable days on end. i don't blow my hair dry if I'm not going anywhere, but I try to maintain a relatively normal routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face and taking showers and lotioning hands and feet, that sort of thing. and lip balm. oh, my love affair. it's kiehl's or philosophy (commanding "kiss me!") or softlips or dirty girl or burts bees or bath and body works cherry vanilla or gap cranberry spice or... i am a lip balm museum. shallow but i hate it when my lips are cracked. sometimes, unbelievably, i don't have any balm at hand and i smear "vaseline creamy formula" on my lips, which works well enough.
i have a bottle full of largeish hospital-green tablets, an uncomfortable laboratory shade. they make me gregarious. i have a bright royal blue plastic box with a knife in it. i put the green pill in the box and when i open the box again it's in two parts, one of which i take. sometimes i wish i had health insurance, then i could take demure pink pills and dispense with the garish little medicinal torture device. poor bisected paxili.
i am having a minor identity crisis lately.
i finished ghost world, and it surprised me how much i identified with enid.
and i looked at the theme i have on this new desktop, this new computer, fast and efficient as it is. it's a corbis theme called "fashion", uses an umbrella for a cursor and minxalicious little winking curious lashy eyes for a wait cursor. but the wallpaper is a picture of a woman shown from the back in a gorgeously tailored coat and a white hat like a conquistador's helmet. she's against a bank of glass doors and pressing on one, with the city just beyond. is it serenity or entrapment?
when i thought about it i was dismayed. but it's fitting.
my world cannot be a 10-ft cube, even with glass doors and lovely things. get ready. i have to we have to get ready be ready find ready let ready come to us so we can shout it's here it's here.
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Yay you!
Date: 2001-03-07 12:40 pm (UTC)Yipee...this is cool!