Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I choose vodka and Chaka Khan.
I have vodka but no Chaka Khan. My head wants to explode. My thighs have grown. I'm pissed I missed my moment today. I am damn lucky to have the friends I do. I was a little put out tonight. I had a moment worth a lifetime. I will always, always LOVE Schumann. I got a glimpse of what I am. I belong to no one. I am going to play Bach come hell or high water. I wish I could breathe. I feel ready to move away. I've been avoiding this for this for so long. Javier Bardem as Roland, yes please. I wish I had someone to hold my hand. I didn't fall today. I wish my makeup lasted all day. I can't wait much longer. You're such a tease. I still can't waltz very well. Several good deeds done today. I hate my hair. Damn you for ruining my opportunity! Few can comfort me. Mexican food is not my favorite. It's been a long and glorious day. Thank you vodka for always being there for me. No matter what.
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