the sun is up
the stuff is in
the clock is ticking
the calls are made
got nothing to wear
“you are not good enough”
rehearsal in 50 mins.

Candy Darling dying in style. March 1974.

a lesson for everybody.

[for those privy to fantastical worlds, Mary Collins is in the hospital. one hour and twenty five minutes till rehearsal time.]

doesn’t really matter, either way.

ay… 4:37am..

confounded Friday means only one thing; parties.
brace yourself yatabazah…
just a task.

errands are the hardest thing;
staring at the ceiling is far more attractive an option.
or hoping it gets done by itself.
or mumbling that it’s not really necessary.
or that blah blah blah
off to rehearsal.

yay.no.Tsori.last.night.sane.again.

If I see Tsori Spelling in my sleep one more time, I’m either going to a specialist or I’ll refrain from sleeping altogether. This is too sick even for me. Off to rehearsal.

Il y a deux filles en moi
Celle qui chante la joie
Il y a deux filles en moi
Celle qui pleure tout bas

L’une me dit que tu m’aimes
Mais l’autre ne le croit pas
Pour les deux j’ai de la peine
Il y a deux filles en moi.

L’une dit : ” J’ai de la chance
Et pour lui, j’ai tant d’amour
Que mon cœur aura confiance,
Attendant son retour
L’autre dit : “demain peut-être,
Elle ne me reviendra pas
La maison sera déserte,
La vie s’arrêtera”

Mais leur amour est le même
Et les deux n’aiment que toi
Mais leur amour est le même
Il y a deux filles en moi
Il y a deux filles en moi

I dreamt that I fell from the sky, falling falling falling and landed. It didn’t hurt.

I got in the SKANKIEST, most smelly, FILTHY, foul stench taxi I have EVER ridden in. THE COCKSUCKER DRIVER.
I thought I was going to start sobbing. I was paralyzed until he dropped me off. Unthinkable.

sick
ill
cough
sneeze
pant
drool
ache
choke
moan

=

stay home from werk.

There he is. The sweet camel that I cavorted with at the circus.
from a series of incredible photos that artist Cleo Boboti took, for promoting the play.

quite, quite ill. *coughing fit*

spent the whole day at the Mundial Circus for a photoshoot. A camel took a liking to me, he was so sweet; burried his schnoz in my neck. i loved his warm face. later the animal handler told me he’s pissy and bites everyone. i felt special. he didn’t smell too bad either.
very fun day, but i was half naked and i’m done in.
anyway, circuses MUST BE BANNED. animal slavery.

hot chickpea soup oh yeah. mmmyeah. mmm..

ay ay ay…
just got home
drank a ton,
on the way there, I got car sick and threw up twice,
one time was in front of the prime minister’s house.
the security guard was unusually sympathetic; he was carrying a huge machine gun too.
the party sucked, never have so many ugly people gathered in one photo studio.

so. got some pizza, all better now. kiss.

Does anyone own the soundtrack of the 1992 Bollywood film “Beta” with Madhuri Dixit?
Hook a brothah up.

the drill is repetitive but essential;
scrub. scrub. rub. moisturize. freshen. scent.
ought to be immaculate for the co-workers to approach and come in touch.
make it enjoyable. pleasant.

if only the thought was mutual.

“Mrs Coot! I have NO intention of playing the part of a COW in any manner, shape or form!
Is that absolutely crystal, bloody clear?!!!”

“Yes..”

“Good!!”

the things i must do to get me to get things done. oy..

Minnie Castevet has a herbarium.

taco ride. hold the cheese.

so i’ll do a reading of andy warhol’s diaries
for a 20-years-since-his-death warhol night,
that lifo is throwing at the end of the month.
gotta find a wig.
a messenger just dropped the book off at my apartment.

a super book.

“As a final note, in Japan there is a way of looking at aesthetics called, “Wabi Sabi”. It describes beauty as “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete”. Viewing life in this way can deliver feelings of serenity and spiritual longing. It is the source of what is truly beautiful and the idea that you can find beauty in everything that exists in this world.”

in other news, everybody’s ill with viruses,
flu, coughs n shit.

Leonidas has left again for England.
Take care my dearest little boy.
check it out bitches. heylittlegirl.com

mooooooon riverrrrrr wiiiiiiider than a um .. err.. mile
my Huckleberry friend
and meee

bloooo mooon you saw me standing aloooone
someone i really could really could care for

i heard somebody please adore me

now i’m no longer alone
without a love of my own

words.

my funny valentiiine
you make me smile with my heart

unphotographable

work of art

less than Greek

weak

areeeeee you smaaaaa??????

don’t change your hair for me.
each day is valentine’s day…

the songs, sang.

must become fun by 11pm. it’s now 10pm. ready. set. go.

I want to, and then I don’t.
it matters none to me.
no one.