2001:September:5
2001
Sometimes I feel soooooo full of myself. Please 'scuse. This "wise sage" thing gets a bit out of hand at times. I'm just trying theories to see what's resonant with me.
Today, I have nothing more to write except that I'm having an inner conundrum about my mother and aunt visiting me from today until Saturday. I am quite worried that my outward appearance is deteriorating compared to the weekend. I'm currently a bloated, brown-redhead with shitty clothes, and I'm trying to transcend personal appearances. You know like practice saying in my head "mom, I really can't keep stressing about looking good when you're around. My hair's going to look ugly and I'll be wrinkled and annoying to you". Ahhhhh. like that will happen.
And, Madonna is a muscular pearly-white lass this month with one eye obscured by frosty blond hair... and a toned body encased in a dotted half cherry red/half sea green dress. It's not very inspired I must say.
