Ouch

I have a fat lower lip :(, from Greg A, I walked into him when he switched direction, I don’t think he even noticed, but I am painfully aware of my swollen lip.

I think cause I just healed from chewing my lip the other day, that is why it swelled so quickly, it was fragile…

Bridges

I burn bridges, I know I do, it is so I can’t go back.

I am slightly out of it tonight, one vodka tonic and one vicodin(thanks dre :)), but it makes me see things slowly, and almost but not quite, I see things as far away. People have such weird views about me, it often confuses me. Das Bunker was an off kilter night, odd crowd, never quite jelled.

But, I wore one of my favourite dresses, and felt pretty. My clothes, a hot button issue :(. I dress for me, I dress for me to feel special, beautiful and invincible. My clothes mean so much to me, I wish I could explain, it is not to make people stare and wonder at me, it is to make me feel protected, to feel I am me, and I have chosen to be a little different, sure. I have chosen to match the pictures in my head and my imagination and written a story, and my clothes are part of that story.

I am in my head: a princess, a fairy, a victorian lady, a fighter, a queen, a inscrutable lover, a dream, unobtainable, and a hard bitten sarcastic rocker. My clothes reflect all of this, in my head. Do I look pretty? Do I look nice? Do you love me? I am not you, I am me, always, just love the me.

I thought about Hrvoje, I thought about patience, I thought about kindness, and I thought about living, such is life.

Bridges

I burn bridges, I know I do, it is so I can’t go back.

I am slightly out of it tonight, one vodka tonic and one vicodin(thanks dre :)), but it makes me see things slowly, and almost but not quite, I see things as far away. People have such weird views about me, it often confuses me. Das Bunker was an off kilter night, odd crowd, never quite jelled.

But, I wore one of my favourite dresses, and felt pretty. My clothes, a hot button issue :(. I dress for me, I dress for me to feel special, beautiful and invincible. My clothes mean so much to me, I wish I could explain, it is not to make people stare and wonder at me, it is to make me feel protected, to feel I am me, and I have chosen to be a little different, sure. I have chosen to match the pictures in my head and my imagination and written a story, and my clothes are part of that story.

I am in my head: a princess, a fairy, a victorian lady, a fighter, a queen, a inscrutable lover, a dream, unobtainable, and a hard bitten sarcastic rocker. My clothes reflect all of this, in my head. Do I look pretty? Do I look nice? Do you love me? I am not you, I am me, always, just love the me.

I thought about Hrvoje, I thought about patience, I thought about kindness, and I thought about living, such is life.

Going Forward

Dreams

Sometimes I wonder what I want to happen, what dreams I want to come true. I know I had dreams as a child that just moved on, but what of the ones that still move me?

Dreams

Sometimes I wonder what I want to happen, what dreams I want to come true. I know I had dreams as a child that just moved on, but what of the ones that still move me?

Dreams

Sometimes I wonder what I want to happen, what dreams I want to come true. I know I had dreams as a child that just moved on, but what of the ones that still move me?

Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Micmacs

I saw a wonderful movie last night. For Andreas’s birthday, Jessica, Andreas and I went to movies.

And saw MicMacs. It was absolutely delightful. The colouring and shading was fantastic, but the absurdities were amazing. We all loved it, and thought it great. The story was very simple and linear, but the way it was told was just so wonderful.

Movie

I watched Persepolis tonight, it was funny, and very sad. I don’t know how to phrase the sadness, but it was overwhelming. I kept thinking about the book “Reading Lolita in Tehran” and how in both cases it is women who are blamed. Women are the evil ones who must be controlled, women must be protected, women must be taught their place. I wonder how all this came about, and why 50% of the population does not just say “enough!”?

I think it is because we are taught that women who speak out, and object and who do what they want with out regards to society are “bad” or “bitchy” or “masculine”. Why is that? Why can’t women be proud of not toeing the line, of yelling and screaming, men are?

Anyway, apart from all those things, the movie actually moved me and told a story, I would give it an A.