From the neck up, I look like I'm going to a major play opening, jewelry and all. I have perfect 1930's moviestar make-up.

From the neck down, I look like a bored porn star from the fifties (that is to say, with a granny-bra and nothing else).

I was trolling the temp agency today. I got a week of work at Value Village, sorting clothes. Should be interesting, if nothing else.

The moment I got home I started divested myself of my clothing. Socks come off with the shoes. Go to the bathroom, don't bother to put pants back on. Make eggs, take off shirt, leave it on the floor. (Note to self, stand farther away from the frying pan while cooking naked.)

Today is a day for screaming metal songs in the solitude of my room because damn, everything's going to be okay.

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Rosie.

PS, What is the most mournful song you know? Email me (r_wuzie at yahoo dot com). I am compiling The Melancholy Mix: Part 2.

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