cid hit me on the head/face last nite with both paws and it startled me so my glass of red wine toppled over and totally splashed all over the white walls and floor and side dresser FUCKING CID! so i fantastik’d at 2am. WICKED!
we watched aeon/flux and now i want to do a million backflips and fly in the air wearing a black one piece body suit and communicate with people using my brain wait, i mean, ungh. just watch the movie.
here’s something i wrote today and will not finish. i’ve decided i’m just going to write a book based on me and fil.
PENNY
My name is Penny and I am eleven years old. I can show you with two fingers how old I am but sometimes that can be a problem because you might mistake eleven for two and I am clearly not two years old. I do not have a brother or a sister because my parents are in the middle of having a divorce. My dad bought one of those tiny fast cars a month ago and my mom goes out a lot and buys me a lot of presents because she loves me so much that’s what she says anyway. My mom wears a tiny pearl necklace and she has blond hair and it rests at her shoulders and she plays tennis and she works for a man downtown working on a computer and organizing his business. My dad is in sales I think or advertising.
One time my daddy got drunk at a barbeque we had for my mom’s sister and he took me half-aside and said, “Penny, don’t turn out like those women if you can help it.”
Ok, I thought.
We have a house in a part of Toronto that is considered to be affluent, I looked that word up on dictionary.com and it means generously supplied with money, property, or possessions; prosperous or rich. I know how to use the internet very well, my dad said that when he was my age there was no such thing as the internet which is hard to imagine. Lucky, he said, your generation is very LUCKY.
I go to a Private school and I don’t mind it although it is like every girl and boy there has the same thing going on in their family so me being sad or complaining about it is like saying I have a headache, there is just no point, because everyone has a headache.
There is a public school across the street from my school and I find myself staring out the window at the girls in regular clothes like I have a staring problem.
I have a friend who goes to the public school her name is Diana and she use to go to my school but she has a way of getting her way so her parents let her switch. She is the only one I know who’s parents are happy together and live in my affluent neighborhood. I go to her house a lot. I love hearing about her school. I think she is the most popular girl there.
yes i am more or less sticking to the one meal a day plan and yesterday’s meal was half a thing of nachos and then half of a pita when fil got home so it’s kind of like sneaky fooling yourself cheating whatever i plan to starve myself today and tomorrow cos we’re going to melissa et luke‘s stag&doe on saturday in-where she told me to dress SLEAZY and i bought two mini slutty stretchy cotton whatever skirts that i said that i would never ever buy ever cos every paris hilton wannabe rocks them BUT they are different sort of, with a puffy hoop ballerina-effect instead of STD cheerleader so i win.
