Disheveled

May 29, 2005 05:26

I learned something last night. You can't play a drinking game to The Vicar of Dibley. Alice will always be stupid. Owen will always talk about bodily functions and animals. Frank will always be boring. Jim will always stutter. David will always be arrogant. Letitia will always make bad food. The whole show is a moot point. The only drinking game we got out of it was drinking at the obviously British references, which abounded.

Who's disheveled? Surely not me. If ever an evening were made for Margaret Cho, last night was one of them.

I'm just now coming home and it's light out. That was some party I went to last night. Some party indeed. I'm pretty at the hands of artists. I can't believe I tried tonight. I can't believe I wore makeup. You know, I put the shirt and makeup on before I even knew where the party was. I'm thinking of Tulsan friends, and I can't help but wondering if that's a good thing to be thinking of at such an hour.

After breaking a glass of tomato sauce all over the carpet I'm hoping to sell soon, I cleaned it up and looked at myself in the mirror. I fixed my bangs back to the way they were and said to myself, "C'est qui je suis" (It's who I am). But to tell you the truth, I don't even know if that's true.
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