wheeen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie! I feel like one of those ugly, wretched curmudgeons at the beginning of a shamelessly cheesy movie. I'm wrinkled and scowling and cackle and take long drags on my cigarette and exhale them into shiny faced big eyed children. And then one day, one of my many sneers is interrupted. And then violins start playing and flower petals fall from the sky in slow motion. And then everything becomes pink tinted. And suddenly my face smooths out and my boobs swell up and my bird's nest hair swirls apart and cascades down my shoulders. I go and cure all the babies with asthma and give them fruit and we skip in a field of sunflowers. My cackle turns into a high pitched syncopated titter. UGH. I don't want to be a better person just because I love someone. I want to be SNARKY and laugh at people stepping in poo. I'm worried K misses my snarkiness but is too kind to tell me I'm a sell out. I feel guilty and I think she feels that I'm guilty and I think she resents that even more. It is sort of selfish concern. Why do I think of it as selling out?! I was talking to him about my parents. I don't want to be like them. But then nobody wants to be like their parents. That would be brady bunch creepiness. I want to be like my Lolo and Lola. Even though they did messed up things and had to put up with poverty and the ocean and various groups of people trying to kill them-- they never stopped being friends and they laughed a lot They were so beautifully weird And they were kinky even when they turned into two human wrinkles I know it's too much to ask But I want to die wrinkly and I want to die of a broken heart Lola said love has no pride. And she also said puckered up mouths look like chicken butts when they're about to lay eggs :D (think about that next time you lean in to kiss somebody) |