Rodeo

Eleven days before vacation. Perhaps that would explain the level of unrest that has nestled deeply into the pit of my stomach and groin. Or bad pizza. No one knows for sure.

I am getting excited, but not too much yet. I am fairly giddy about the giraffes…. and I tell ya /looks around and draws in with a whisper/ if no one is looking I’m gonna try to ride one. All be damned, I’ve been sick and in pain all fucking year, I deserve to ride a fucking giraffe. I’ve got grapply arms, I have what it takes. I also am more than accustomed to landing hard on my ass from a good fall.

Sure, I cry a little but wouldn’t it be WORTH IT! Eee!

Still no package from Jude. I am (in all jude-love-ness) presuming he simply forgot, and I crave to be at a level of fame where I forget to break the hearts of fans. I did write him again this morning, stating that while I was embarrassed to beg, it wasn’t enough to stop me from the hope that he could still make my idea happen.

More than most people, I will guarantee that when my ideas don’t come through I get very …. facey and upset. Disappointment does not suit me well.

Simon got a haircut yesterday, but even I had enough respect for his ego not to photo it and share. I tried explaining that you have to know ugly before you understand beautiful but he just stared at me with utmost resent, hair all fucked up. So I tossed his angry ass in the pool and then it all looked the same.

-DM

Facey (verb and oddly, adjective) – the act of contorting one’s face in the most unattractive manner, a frown so deep it could stick. It is often seen on children in the cashier isle where all the candy is dangled in front of them, as if only to make them earn a beating they couldn't resist.