I feel GREAT this morning. Iíve been gradually feeling better, from the beginning of the week to the end, and here it is Ė Friday. I have this just-try-and-fuck-with-me attitude on today, I think thatís the result of the accumulation of being fucked with all week. The attitude has caused me to groom myself into a severe look. Slicked back hair, tiny specks instead of my funky glasses Ė black pant outfit, black boots. Light, glossy lips instead of my signature red. Two people asked me if I got a facial. Let Ďem wonder.
Okay, enough of my vanity. Iím reading a great book by Gregory Maguire. Heís written a handful in a similar vein, old fairytales retold from the eyes of the supposed villains. This one is about Ozís Wicked Witch of the West. Told from the perspective of the dynamic, intelligent, misunderstood and very wicked witch. So far, I love her.
Last night was wonderful, dinner with Dad was delectable. It was nice to hang out at home, do my laundry, clean up a bit, and relax with my cats. Iíve finally accepted the fact that I AM a cat-lady, but interestingly enough, I donít care for any cats but my own. I never pet my sisterís cat when I visit. Maybe itís a cleanliness thing. My cats are MINE, and theyíre clean-looking. I canít quite explain it. Though I appreciate other kitties out and about, youíll never find me touching one that isnít mine, and no, you pervert, that is NOT a metaphor. If I was talking about the "other" pink meat, saying I would never touch another would already be a lie.
Iím really looking forward to new hair and a party this evening! And my long, long weekend! Iím in such a great mood right now, and I didnít even take the Xanax. My resolve is excellent. I overheard a lawyer YELLING at the person she is supposed to be NEGOTIATING a settlement with. Hoo, boy, that oneís not going to end pretty, and itís one of my clients. Cíest la vie, itís not my ass. Remember? More bees withÖ címon, I know you know the rest. Simple little things come back to me from my childhood, things I never could remember then. The Golden Rule. I never knew the answer to that one when the teacher called on me in grade school.
Sometimes it takes a LONG time for me to ďgetĒ things. Iíd like to think itís not because Iím stupid, as much as it is because I am constantly distracted by voices in my head (all mine), and streamlined ideas of things. I always thought there were two ďNsĒ in the alphabet. Y N Z. Took me forever to get that one. I always thought that ďAĒ pronounced ďayĒ and ďAĒ pronounced ďuhĒ were spelled differently. See what phonetics can do to a child?
But I digress. Have a great weekend, and check back with me when itís over, because for some reason (learn from the past) Iím sure Iíll have a nice, full, and ample breast for you to look at. Oops! I meant ďupdate,Ē of course.