Lately, Terminally Euro-Trashy. But Now, Back Home. For Good. To Stay. Oh, Yes, I Am. Probably.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Poor, once-beautiful gardenia.
A little over a year ago he said, "I thought I detected a hint of fear in your voice, as if you'd realized our complicated logistics have the potential to do you much harm." And I answered him, "No, not fear! Only joy!"
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.