| Nearly a decade ago I had a rather doting Italian jeweller as a boss who called me Laurissima. In less than a year's apprenticeship, and after only several hours of 'face time', he wanted me as a fourth daughter, or rather, a replacement to his third daughter who had said Fuck You to the family business and eloped states away. I declined his 'offer' of my own shop, he became syruply smarmy. But he was smart enough to know I was serious. When he heard of me years later he said he missed my smile.
This is one of my many trades that ended the same way as the others. I can't be a _____. I just can't. I was born poor, and destined for ____. But I can only physically stay until the profit I deign just sickens, usually shortly after the boredom requires some sort of sloth. I will always float. You might see me in several decades, frizzy hair with a ski cap. Because an old woman has more to prove than anyone. And no one would believe my résumé, especially in the ski cap.
So I am not a blogger. Though I was a precocious writer as soon as I could spell. As you can see I've certainly lost the muse, which translates as 'time', for those who've always had it. I've always been a working girl. My beauty and charm has afforded me a few years languor. So I have set this table. Shit on it, or eat. I'm only here observing; a simpleton really.
But this really is just an open thread. Because this is my Soapblox. God what a fucking joke. Reminds me of one of the only books I finished in high school. Brave New World. Only finished it because I'd already extracurricularly read Huxley's mescalin diary.
Anyway Fuck all y'all. I knew ALL the shit 'we've' been going through would happen when 'we' fucking bombed that aspirin factory back in '98. I knew on 9/11 how shit would get clamped down, how the economy would disintegrate through fear and tremblings. And what a consummate spokesman Obama would be elected as. I was practically ecstatic that day because I was still young enough to hope for more or less immediate transfigurative results.
Now. Years later. I'm hot on Solstice preparations and my best friend's just told me she's pregnant with twins so...I'll be scarce the next few weeks. This means no whiney from you, Sockrates. I'm finally an old substrated person, living on slow time. Waiting for your next post. To laugh at. |