For I am a Pirate King
I'm feeling very Gilbert & Sullivanish. I want to express myself in rhymed verse set to a jaunty melody. Or that could be the wine talking. Didja ever notice that no one ever sings badly in a musical (except OMWF). I bet if my life was a musical, not only would I finally be able to sing on key but my hair would be bouncy, I would banter wittily and my breasts would be pert. Even if my musical was written by Joss Whedon atleast I would still banter wittily, my hair would still be bouncy, and my breasts pert (and I might get to kiss Spike).
Or my life could be a film noir with a broken hard man (my favorite kind) and lots of angst and betrayal. If not happy, at least it would be interesting and hey! witty banter.
again, it might be the wine.
Life is just dull, dull, dull. Beige even. I'm afraid to want something interesting tho because god knows something bad would happen the minute the words left my lips. Christ work is sucking. I'm very busy and I truly just want to work but there is so much crap going on. Rumor mongering, gossip hounding and scandal spreading.
I want to know what someone did with the fall. The older I get, the faster time flows. I don't think it's unreasonably paranoid to feel like if I blink it will be spring, then winter again then I'll be 50. Sally "... and I'm going to be 40!"
Harry " when?"
Sally "Someday!"
Misty water colored memories. I'm so sick of watercolors. Of course I am very much a grown up so I am not interested in primary colors - I want that sub-palette (?), forest green, midnight blue, teal, burgundy, spice, henna, emerald - jewel tones. I fill my life with rich colors in my accessories, my wine glasses, my earrings, my clothes when really what I want is a deep, jewel tone experience. Love, friendship, pain even loss just something real and deep, something sharp. Instead my days are filled with operating escalation spreadsheets, hr issues, homework assignments, bakes sales and bus schedules. and my evenings (when I get them) are filled with livejournal lurking, fan fiction reading, tv watching and if I'm not too tired a quick wank before I sleep.
I want to be brave and bright and shiny. I've never be shiny. I want to be the princess who runs away and hides on a pirate ship who becomes captain thru sheer grit and wit who then meets her match the brave (but mis-represented as evil) pirate. Or I want to be strong and sharp and unbreakable, the evil twin who lures men in just to use them, hurt them and toss them aside. Of course in my more realistic moods, I dream of being the spinster lady who gets to be eccentric, spending her days reading and traveling, alone but still involved in the world. Oh my god!, it's not Gilbert and Sullivan, I want to be a Magnetic Fields song.
Is it possible to have a mid life crisis at 34?
Pant Cuffs Kill!
Or my life could be a film noir with a broken hard man (my favorite kind) and lots of angst and betrayal. If not happy, at least it would be interesting and hey! witty banter.
again, it might be the wine.
Life is just dull, dull, dull. Beige even. I'm afraid to want something interesting tho because god knows something bad would happen the minute the words left my lips. Christ work is sucking. I'm very busy and I truly just want to work but there is so much crap going on. Rumor mongering, gossip hounding and scandal spreading.
I want to know what someone did with the fall. The older I get, the faster time flows. I don't think it's unreasonably paranoid to feel like if I blink it will be spring, then winter again then I'll be 50. Sally "... and I'm going to be 40!"
Harry " when?"
Sally "Someday!"
Misty water colored memories. I'm so sick of watercolors. Of course I am very much a grown up so I am not interested in primary colors - I want that sub-palette (?), forest green, midnight blue, teal, burgundy, spice, henna, emerald - jewel tones. I fill my life with rich colors in my accessories, my wine glasses, my earrings, my clothes when really what I want is a deep, jewel tone experience. Love, friendship, pain even loss just something real and deep, something sharp. Instead my days are filled with operating escalation spreadsheets, hr issues, homework assignments, bakes sales and bus schedules. and my evenings (when I get them) are filled with livejournal lurking, fan fiction reading, tv watching and if I'm not too tired a quick wank before I sleep.
I want to be brave and bright and shiny. I've never be shiny. I want to be the princess who runs away and hides on a pirate ship who becomes captain thru sheer grit and wit who then meets her match the brave (but mis-represented as evil) pirate. Or I want to be strong and sharp and unbreakable, the evil twin who lures men in just to use them, hurt them and toss them aside. Of course in my more realistic moods, I dream of being the spinster lady who gets to be eccentric, spending her days reading and traveling, alone but still involved in the world. Oh my god!, it's not Gilbert and Sullivan, I want to be a Magnetic Fields song.
Is it possible to have a mid life crisis at 34?
Pant Cuffs Kill!