writing. the heisenberg principle for losers!
some weeks i wake up needing to go run. i triphopped to williams for my CURF interview, clad like j. crew beach '97. no socks (teehee...if we evolved built-on socks!), execrably wet hair (up). ten minutes late, blew into williams 320 onto the suited and skirted NEC, the fragrant smell of pre-professional breakfast pizza and an overwhelming sense of having failed. once again.

totally a problem, lately. cuteness to ditziness to failure, checkmate! i am oh so approachable and yet oh so...yeah. my nodding, smiling, lip biting (x2). searching out shyest boy in room and engaging in awkward eye contact. i answered questions with the elan which will garner me a rejection e-mail and suggestion to return better adjusted to their sartorial and mental realities.

spaceboy records, trixie l'amour, greene for pets. nothing fits. packaging is everything and that's how i make friends with saleswomen. and everyone else! currently sitting, ready to dive into work with my lactic acid reflux (sigh) my coldchapped lippth and more tired than ever before. but not sleepy.
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