we all want to die like movie stars you said as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor while above us, glowing, exploding, our dreams burst forth in light and death hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars we'll burn as we fall watch as city lights dance for us
if i told you that i stood under these killer icicles in the subway station, praying that one would fall and stab me in the jugular or chest or somewhere fleshy so that i could sue the MTA and retire in seychelles, would you believe me?
if i told you that i had a disastrous photo shoot on friday the likes of which drove me to drink, would you judge me?
if i told you that my vegetarian/veterinarian sister bought a fur-covered helmet for around $18 (the price tag is still inside) at a thrift store in palm desert and gave it to me when we met up in vegas about 5 years ago but it hadn't been worn until workhorse discovered it in my apt and fell in love with it, would you think that was odd?
if i told you that i was in charge of throwing a party and it turned out fairly well, pretty freaking fun actually, despite the fact that we blew up 3 out of 4 speakers, would you think that was a swell accomplishment?
so yeah, did i mention that i went to the company picnic last week?
something about the words "company picnic" just brings to mind salesmen in grey suits changing into polo shirts and grilling hotdogs by the lake. i don't know where i am getting this image from. but doesn't the "company picnic" just seem retro?
anywho, it is a great excuse to see adults act like children. myself included.
the weather outside is gorgeous. i'm stuck inside. yesterday i rode in a car with the volume on "30" and ate mango-lime sorbet. today i'm going to a wedding. other than that - nothing to report.