they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
competitive? that's a good sign! + February.25.2005 = vanity!
seven-thirty p.m. snow all over W 57th st. alone in an elevator heading to the 6th floor. large mirror and last week i watched a man GROOM himself in front of me. it was bizarre (smiling at himself and checking out his teeth) and hilarious (he turned and checked out his backside!). this week it's me -- brushing snow of my coat and flushed cheeks. trying to look presentable for the therapist w/the fancy corner office that smells like sandalwood (but is, in fact, geranium). prev/next
class
notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
