Lately, Terminally Euro-Trashy. But Now, Back Home. For Good. To Stay. Oh, Yes, I Am. Probably.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Afterglowing
from last night's performance. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't come out of retirement. Although it makes me a nervous wreck leading up to it, I love doing it so much in the moment. And reflecting on it the next day.
Got my house cleaned. Got my laundry done. Went out for dinner with my dear friend Megan. Then finished a drawing. Productive weekend!
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.
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