Wounds Come Pre-Licked.
Sep 02, 2001
I forgave Natasha
and feel that we're stronger for having survived the bullshit. Lies are so destructive. Lies to ourselves are the worst of all. Fuck, I better stop before this turns into a Henry Rollins song. ;)
My grandparents used to say, "be true to your teeth or they will be false to you". That really doesn't have anything to do with anything, I just thought it fit.
Natasha and I went thrift store shopping the other day and picked up some super sexy "skinny people" clothes for me. We tried different outfits on in the dressing room. I looked like a model. With each outfit I tried on I said a phrase that cooresponded to the character that I resembled. It was real fun. I love playing dress-up. And get this: I left there with 8 articles and sixteen dollars less in the wallet! :) woohoo.
In the evening we met Julie at Ruta Maya. We yacked and yacked and sipped coffee and smoked cigarettes and played chess and yacked a little more. She's really cool. Our first new mutual friend! Best of all, she's not an obese hideous multiple-personalitied internet psychopath. Woohoo!
Natasha is so sweet. She made me a mixed tape so I don't have to listen to christian evangelists, NPR broadcasts, and tejano music while driving around in my Altima. She's got awesome taste in music. The first song on the tape was "the girls just want to be with the girls" by the Talking Heads. I had never heard it before, but it sure did rock. She put a lot of energy into it, I could tell. She even put cool artwork on the cassette case.
I feel special.
:swoon:
and sleepy. nite nite.