Lately, Terminally Euro-Trashy. But Now, Back Home. For Good. To Stay. Oh, Yes, I Am. Probably.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I like this photo.
I took it at my desk yesterday. I have really big hair. I was trying to look like Brigitte Bardot in an old movie. I was wearing my ballet flats, a printed full skirt and a sweater set. And liquid eyeliner.
I'm a denizen of the margins of society -- artist, atheist, feminist from the working class, ex-Disco diva, faux queen.
I'm a lady, the lady is a tramp, the lady vanishes, I'm tired of waiting, I'm a lover, I'm a fighter, I'm a femme fatale, I'm a shrinking violet, I'm a wallflower, I'm counting flowers on the wall, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm frequently ambivalent about most things, I'm opinionated, I'm an INFJ, I'm sleep-deprived, I run on coffee, I'm a Texan, I'm oil field trash, I don't talk to strangers, I spin tales like Scheherezade, I can seriously mess up two languages besides English, I'm a blonde now, I'm not (t)here.