heathermaxine

i'm sick again. it looks like a dry throat and a sharp cough are my christmas present from the heavens. hallelujah.

i feel like dancing today. i feel like throwing some shit out there, making some noise. i need someone to recognize me, acknowledge me, celebrate me as i celebrate them.

in the mean time, i'll give myself a pedicure and do last minute christmas shopping.

i had a long conversation with a friend last night about mainstreaming and beautiful jaded lives and pretense of innocence.

i ended it, saying, "if you're ever feeling bored or suicidal, please call me."

oh, this age, this age.