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Well, another excruciatingly long week is gone and passed, most certainly to be followed by another. You know how that goes, yes? Thankfully I have nightly meetings with The Fabulous to keep my sanity level awry. I've taken comfort in crunching numbers into my adding machine lately and I just don't know what to do with myself at the end of the day... but I've found that making up songs using "lyrics" I find in French on the back of my shampoo bottle sure helps. "Bien mouiller le cheveaux, faire mousser et rincer, ahh la la la!!!" In addition, I sometimes imagine the people around me breaking out in song and synchronised dance. Try it sometime.
I discovered that my mother bought me two Billie Holiday cds, but found that she liked them a lot more than she liked giving them to me. Which reminds me of one of my favourites by Billie, "These Foolish Things Remind Me Of You".
My whole life I've kept sentimental reminders of people, things that take me back and retell how wonderful these people were that... fucked me over... and it hit me. I realised today that what I really have is a huge box full of bollocks. And that sooner or later I've got to stop pretending people are better than they are because no one has ever given me that benefit of a doubt.
That being said.... time to take my trash out.
I discovered that my mother bought me two Billie Holiday cds, but found that she liked them a lot more than she liked giving them to me. Which reminds me of one of my favourites by Billie, "These Foolish Things Remind Me Of You".
My whole life I've kept sentimental reminders of people, things that take me back and retell how wonderful these people were that... fucked me over... and it hit me. I realised today that what I really have is a huge box full of bollocks. And that sooner or later I've got to stop pretending people are better than they are because no one has ever given me that benefit of a doubt.
That being said.... time to take my trash out.