The things that happened last night somehow managed to skew my immediate perception of the world and I do not like it. In the same moments I realized I need to return to my double daily does of yoga. A deep sigh here. A distraction there.
When I woke up this morning my roommates were watching Doctor Strangelove. It made me giggle internally because the last time I saw the film I was living in Spokane, it was a Sunday afternoon. My old guitarist and I were sitting on the front porch of my broken down apartment building practicing our punk set acoustic style because the rest of the band was out of town. A neighbor came walking across the street without any shoes and we felt sure he would be coming to tell us to keep it down. Instead he told us that he had a mini studio apartment and invited us over. Turns out he did music scores for IFC and upon walking in we saw a beautiful set up of iMacs and audio equipment. We played a few of our songs for him, he was encouraging and told us that back in the 70s he was really into the then new onset of this thing called punk rock. He couldn’t have been more right; when getting up to use the bathroom (having to to avoid several cats) I noticed a gold record on the wall. To my great surprise, it was for an album in 1978 by The Skulls which I knew as one of the first Los Angeles punk bands. I immediately questioned his possession of it, and to the great delight we found that we had just smoked bud [out of a crazy Coca Cola bubbler] and done a line or two of pure white off of mirror with an original member of The Skulls. Then we watched Doctor Strangelove and walked back home in a haze induced by both drugs and awe. I had completely forgotten about this experience until now! Wow.
In any case, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. After what turned out to be a very motivational phone conversation with my father last night I’ll be jumping full on into making this clothing line work. There are lists and sketches and time lines scattered about and now is the perfect time to make this work. I have both the skills and the opportunity, now I must focus and simply DO IT. I’ve realized, too, that I need to start doing menswear. Fuck.
I’ll be the first to admit it: I am a crazy cat lady. The big orange one is Sean Connery.
There are two others; MacGruber and Isotope. At some point last night I awoke to find two cats silhouetted in the window. Isotope was licking Sean Connery’s face. Bizarre life that I live.
Yesterday the weather was beautifully deceptive. Sunny and bright and glowing from my window; when I stepped outside my face froze instantly. Bicycling in that temperature was wholly uncomfortable even with the layers I was wearing. The majority of my day was spent standing in lines. At the Department of Licensing, at the bank, at the cable company, at the court house. Lines are terrible for one main reason; everyone in a line is in a bad mood. Impatient, angry, annoyed- it’s pure negative vibes! A very draining way to exist on a Wednesday afternoon.
The light part of the day was ending and I quite randomly decided to do something uncharacteristic. I diverted to the task of buying real make up for the first time in my life. My lack of expertise in the area required some text coaching from a friend who actually knew what she was doing. After spending nearly an hour on the hunt, I purchased my choices nervously hoping I had successfully followed my friend’s guidelines on shade and type. An hour and a considerable amount of careful effort passed and this was the result.
I was incredibly pleased. The difference to some may be subtle, but I’m proud nonetheless. Unfortunately, I spent the rest of the evening inside and alone, as per my usual custom. I’ll be doing it again tonight, I’m sure.
My stomach, for unknown reasons, is uneasy.
Today I feel human.
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