change of fortunes i'm so nervous. i'm supposed to perform, MY songs, in front of people i know it's a step in the right direction it'll get me out of this "going through men like tissues" phase but the men are so much easier than learning to live with and embrace myself. i'm sad and i want to be in love. because it's distracting and not quite as unhealthy as crack. i know it's pathetic. i promised nonie and fresh that i'd hold out for at least the summer before i jump into anything. i suppose fresh chose to use this window of opportunity to have me fall in love with something more tangible *sigh* at least i'm not a physical ho, i'm just an emotional ho. that's probably worse. --- bladdy and i looked for fortunes in our mormon bibles (yes, we both have mormon bibles and yes, neither of us are mormon) his fortune was something violent sounding, and mine was something about-- how do you know what good is? on facebook a cookie has been giving me oddly helpful advice: i was lonely after ending things with the ex and saying goodbye to austin and vladdy and kholoudy--and my fortune was "be mischievious and you will never be lonesome" which i then changed so i wasn't encouraged to be hoey--my next fortune said "you will start a journey today"--and i made arrangements for my first gig that day so i changed it again to "love always and deeply" and nonie wrote a note about all the good times we had together, and roo and su and even janny who i'm having trouble being bitter about. i guess i'm going to make more memories as long as i keep adoring my friends. aaand one last change to receive, "yes, you are a facebook stalker" which may or may not be a reference to my obsessive checking of people's profiles that i supposedly cut out of my life. so i'm going to stop that...okay i'm going to try really, really hard... --- look, i'm an idiot who can't take a photo exhibition seriously: and this is lally my sister silhouetted so you can't stalk her: but the artist (guttierez) is fun, look shrine of lipstsick: and world of football obsession: twas fun, i'm glad i can share the artsy fartsiness with lally |