Musing Muse Amuses

I’m working steadily on finishing everything for my fashion show on March 12.
Today, I finalized out my music sequence for the event. It’s going to blow their tits away.
Lesley Gore isn’t in the mix, but I have been listening to this song religiously for the past few weeks. Probably several times a day. It doesn’t have any special meaning to me or anything, I just like how it sounds.
Of course, the last time I claimed that a song had no meaning to me, I was either lying or completely oblivious. The last song was Get on Your Knees by Kevin Blechdom, and I listened to it a lot this past fall.
I do a lot of things with my head lodged firmly up my ass, though, and I’ve gotten used to the darkness.
Maybe I’ll figure out the meaning to my You Don’t Own Me obsession several months from now. I wonder which comes first, the song or the experience? Am I listening to the song because I relate to it, or am I magically creating my own fate as a result of listening to the song?
If that’s the case I’m gonna start listening to Peaches’ Slippery Dick a lot more often.

Bust It Wide Open

I did a photoshoot today with Christabel, Jeff and Matti.
Our location was my beautiful bedroom.
There was a lot of imagination running rampant and I think that there are going to be some fantastic shots. I can’t wait.
I love photoshoots, I love making things happen.
This new scene is going to break loose very soon.
Get ready!

Productivity, At Least

I think she’s beautiful.
This day will hopefully go down in my history as the worst February 14th ever.
I’ve been fine and I’ve been very much not fine.
I have laughed.
Cried.
Laughed.
Cried.
Irritated.
Some kids had a snowball fight right in front of me.
Held over at work.
Got a cheque in the mail.
Took a bath to escape from today.
Didn’t work.
I want today to be over.
I want tomorrow to be far better.
I want tomorrow to be normal, which is not that great, but far better than today.
I want to stop thinking the thoughts that hurt and keep me awake.
I want to stop feeling the feelings that hurt and keep me awake.
I want to sleep.
I want tomorrow.
I want to stop wanting.
I want to be wanted back.

Into My Mouth With You!

I have a sort of new love.
Olives.
Black olives, specifically.
Juicy black olives.
I like to suck the flesh off the pit.
I used to hate olives. Walking past the bulk bins of olives in the grocery store could induce gagging at times.
Then, suddenly, within one week’s time, I went from hating olives to loving and craving them.
Juicy black olives.

Can I Hear an Amen Sister!

I got to watch Cinderella earlier this week with my mom and sister.
And I’m brave enough to admit that I got a little choked up during the opening sequence where Cinderella sings A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes.
Only a little, mind you.
As I’ve already mentioned, this was my first favourite movie. Mom and I went to see it in the theater three times when I was five.
When I was five, I’d already experienced two crushes. The first was Oliver, a boy in my nursery school class. My second crush was in kindergarten. His name was Adam.
Adam, in turn, liked both me and another girl in our class. He preferred the other girl, but would sit with me whenever she was absent.
Back then, I didn’t mind playing second fiddle.
Now, though, I refuse to take the backseat, unless there is a handsome man waiting there for me.
Pants down preferably.