March 11th, 2009

corset & bougainvillea

Somewhere to fall apart.

And sometimes what you need at 3 o' clock in the morning instead of a second glass of the Veuve Clicquot you previously promised yourself you wouldn't open until you found a job is to climb into your car in search of cigarettes and end up driving through Oakland and Berkeley listening to the Once soundtrack hysterically crying, screaming "NO!" at the top of your lungs, because death isn't fair, and neither is life, and at least this way you won't wake your neighbors.

You must have fallen from the sky,
You must have shattered on the runway.
You brought so many to the light,
And now you're by yourself.
There comes a point in every fight
Where giving up seems the only way,
When everyone has said goodbye,
And now you're on your own.

And if you need somewhere to fall apart,
Somewhere to fall apart....
corset & bougainvillea


I need coffee.


I need bed risers. And plastic bins in which to store my various props and costume bits and such. And a kind-hearted person to do my dishes. Okay, I don't need that last one. I just want it.


I need to be able to remember how to destroy those stupid "analytical reasoning" problems on the LSAT. I know that when I took this test 10 years ago, I finally had an "AHA!" moment and could demolish them quickly and well. I need to figure out how to take this test again.


Also, I need that jpeg of the wine bottle full of white wimmins' tears.