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Apr. 18th, 2005 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI fell in an asphalt hole today. Sitting here now, in ghost-printed boxer shorts and a wifebeater and my hair in dirty braids, I look like an eight-year old with a skinned knee. At least I had decided to wear a slighter longer skirt to work this morning, as opposed to the red and black plaid schoolgirl one I love so much. The torn stocking and slightly bloody skin was hidden from my co-workers. O, the private shame of the graceless.
I've been spinning through life with closed eyes, these past few weeks. Saturday night, I played bumper cars with a shopping cart and two of my best girls. We ate far too much chocolate and drank rum mixed with fruit punch and ginger ale. The only things missing were little, paper parasols. Hell, we would have accepted even plastic cocktail swords, but naught turned up. The next morning, we ate Chinese food for breakfast and I left the house without my eyebrows. I magpie-sang and twittered. I bought ridiculous and unneeded accoutrements.
Do you see this glass? It's got strawberries in it. Nobody's getting classier drunk than me, except maybe the queen of England!
Four-thirty in the morning found us half-closed, but straggling on the edge of laughter and tears.
I've been spinning through life with closed eyes, these past few weeks. Saturday night, I played bumper cars with a shopping cart and two of my best girls. We ate far too much chocolate and drank rum mixed with fruit punch and ginger ale. The only things missing were little, paper parasols. Hell, we would have accepted even plastic cocktail swords, but naught turned up. The next morning, we ate Chinese food for breakfast and I left the house without my eyebrows. I magpie-sang and twittered. I bought ridiculous and unneeded accoutrements.
Do you see this glass? It's got strawberries in it. Nobody's getting classier drunk than me, except maybe the queen of England!
Four-thirty in the morning found us half-closed, but straggling on the edge of laughter and tears.
