Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my stomach hurts its full of oatmeal & craisins & almonds. all i seem to eat these days (by default or not by default or by default) this is going to sound bad, but i am bad. i dont mind work today because i noticed that i can see the outline of my reflection straight ahead of me in the glass doors when i walk down the elevator corridor to enter the national portrait gallery. i felt like a chubby run way model & i wanted to be a chubby run way model & i fantacsized about run-way models and bones and skin and what i would think about just walking? and what i would think about with 50 ba-jillion people staring quietly? and what i would think about with lights flashing? and how i would hate it but maybe like it just for those displaced moments of doing nothing but walking and thinking and hating it. oh and having my shit big hair bounce. 3:30 p.m. - 2006-01-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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