2003-11-29 - 11:33 p.m. i'm a deconstructionist utilitarian in hot pink arm warmers. wednesday night "40" and i met at a dinner party and it was mild. nice. but my highlight was hearing a grammaphone from 1929. or 1902. it was signed by edison. i'm not sure 40 and i have die shimmey. turkey day to sum up: got fat. after turkey day to sum up: going on a 'cleanse'. tonight i went to a wedding, it was buddhist. then i went to a semi pretensious art party where a few artists were conversing for far too long on the shades of these flowers and how they each saw them. i said, "they are all shades of grey." "where do you see the grey?" "metaphorically." people shouldn't take themselves so fucking seriously. they were actually able to make colors a fucking bore. i was fed chocolate truffles and then grabbed by a short indian man who makes excessive amounts of money and decorates fabulously in a balinesian, minimalist venice type way. this man grabs me and smacks a loose kiss on my taller than him lips. on a side note: i think i have strep throught. how the fuck do you spell throat. okay there. i hope i gave the kissing bandit my strep! hehehehe. i'm not sure if i should shed "40" and the other one i'm dating, cuz i already know they aren't "it" and i barely have time to breath, let alone dispense it to horny men. cheers, ineb! |
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