snow

last night at 3:53 am i heard voices. it turns out that i am NOT crazy. there really are people talking outside my window. some people refer to them as neighbors. i was not aware of this. the trees don't talk.

i just finished work. four hours of clients, sucking the energy out of me, right out my fingertips. super.

what i have left for this fine evening...drink vodka (leads to smeared lipstick, black cirlcles, green green eyes, tears, regret, and wanting more), smoke some nasty cigarettes (please), paint my toenails red, drink, smoke, drink, smoke, and maybe i will write. if i feel like it. every morning....i love it. who is here with me? not one.

i should go for a walk. it is starting to smell like fall. maybe i am just imagining that.
my eyes are so green today. i keep looking in the mirror. they are jumping right out of my face. alien? robot? ninja? samurai? yes.