I’m going to the Boo Ball tonight, you?
omg I think I’m the only one who’s not
You should come!
well its sold out we’d have to CL our tickets
or look for a scalper ha
Or kill someone with tickets.
Not me, of course.
well…just tell me where you keep them and there will be no killing
That’s sweet of you.
Every time I meet with my psychiatrist, he asks me, “Any thoughts of suicide?”
I never exactly know how to respond, because laughing seems inappropriate. He HAS to ask me that. And I’m grateful for him, and grateful that whatever my kinks might be, I’m not bent in that particular fashion.
Sometimes I want to respond that can’t he see that I’m sitting there? I’m there because I didn’t want to lose another day, even more minutes, to sadness and anxiety, that they steal time I think is rightfully mine, and a miser who counts her pennies doesn’t light fire to her paper bills.
No, sir. We’re having this conversation because I’m the sort of person who wants more, not none, and when my day finally comes at the age of like, 106, I’m still going to be seriously pissed off about it.
As some of you might know, my actual birthday falls on December 23rd, which is a ridiculous time of year to have a birthday. (You heard me, Jesus.) So I’ve done the sensible thing and rescheduled. This year it fell on Sept 25th. What day it falls on is subject entirely to my whim.
As you can see, I picked a good day.
Angelica – “Aw, it was so good to see you.”
Valancy Jane – “No, it’s so good to see YOU. You’re the best.”
Angelica – “No YOU’RE the best.”
Valancy Jane – “No, YOU.”
Angelica – “No, YOU.”
Valancy Jane – “Actually, I think Aurora is the best.”
Angelica – “Oh totally.”
I put wigs on my roommate.
Valancy Jane – *gets up*
Buckman – “Go away, we hate you!”
Valancy Jane – *opens the door* “Oh. You’re not Aurora. Whoops.”
Postman – “Uh, are you Thelo, uh, Thelove ………… hm. Oh. I see. The lovely Vala …. Valac …….”
Valancy Jane – “Yes. Thelove LyValac. That’s me.”
Postman – *blink, blink*
Valancy Jane – “It’s Prussian.”
After it corrected “Josh Buckman” to “Posh Bucksaw,” I realized that it was right. That IS his name, now.
Red and black print dress from Amber.
Tights from Target, six dollars.
Sweater from Target, ten dollars.
Skinny belt, gift with purchase.
Red heels from the $5.99 store, and necklace as well, for $1.99.
I bought a wig and hair dye in the same day.
I prolly just made the Bank Robbers Watch List.