Gmail- very late at night

fryingbunny: hahaha
last night
there was a fuckin huge spider
in the loo
and i was all alone
and everyone was asleep
so i was like ok
if i am gonna be on my own very soon
i need to figure this shit out
so i got my register

me: hahahahahah

fryingbunny: and dropped it on the spider
and then stood on it.
:)

Out of Control

In another world, I am the television show.

They shift uncomfortably in their seats, "She's out of control. Who would do that in real life?"
In another world, they watch me quoting from stale scripts.

They follow my love life- curse him, swoon over him- I'm capricious and I'm needy. But I don't need to choose, because the day I decide is the day that they will wind up this show and send me packing to oblivion-ville.

They feature me on websites, where my clothes are all wrong, they like me...they really do..."You're so cute, you know I love you and that demented little character you play so brilliantly on that whats-its-name-tv show..but hey! Is Xena the warrior princess in the house?!"

In another world, all of this is not real. I'm just a TV show and they love me!

Ghosts

It was an uncomfortable summer of "jetés" and "attitude jumps". I wanted to be inconspicuous, but I was halfway to becoming a woman.

I thought my bright yellow wrap-around skirt was pretty and the girl sitting in the backseat was not. She horrified and fascinated me, she prefigured all the changes I would see within myself one day.

I wondered how we'd landed here on earth and wished fervently that they'd all just go back to Mars.

I was time-traveling, culturally stupefied and a jumbled up mixture of bitter-sweet pop songs.