pin and mount me like a butterfly.

my weekend was better than yours. i was in pittsburgh, for one, loving friends, and buying socks and vintage things, and watching fni, and loving friends more, and being the one true roommate, and learning about what to do with people who want digital cameras and illegal drugs, and discovering amazing asian food, and visiting my store, and seeing constantine, which made me cut myself in the dark for totally unexpected reasons. (the costume people understood ties, and pinstripes, and socks in a way that once may have changed my life. there is an angel whose breasts are bound, because angels haven't any, and who wears multiple medical bracelets on each wrist, bearing the names of virtues and sins. there are other things, too. it was simply too pretty for me to be able to care that constantine's character was betrayed both by the acting and the writing.) not only did i manage all of that, but i returned to philadelphia today with enough time before work to visit the shop once honest enough to call itself the fetish boutique to ask questions about the corset of my dreams, and showcase comics, at which i bought dark knight returns and the killing joke. i've since finished both. (what, may i ask, should i read if i'd like to know more about oracle?) while working i was asked on a date by hot dykey whole foods meghan the second! (i accepted.) and i received amazing mail from one good sir whitney, containing one condom, built specifically for me in hollywood, one deck of cards, several pulp novels, one pulp-inspired film, and several fantastic kinds of tea that i do not at all deserve. oh, my goodness. i am far more lucky than i ever could have hoped to be, and my friends are more beautiful than i can say. i love you all.

far and away.

it snowed a bit last night. damn the clouds. as a result, though, there was a small snowman on the steps of the belltower at school with its head knocked off of its shoulders. so it looked rather more like a monster than a man, with its sticks as horns rather than arms. so, naturally, i gave it eyes and a mouth with which to roar. a rather pretty girl saw me doing this and laughed.

i'll be in new york with sera and bethii on friday if all goes well. after this, we'll run away to sea. we'll trade in opium, and tea, and spices, and silks, and dirty post cards, and striped socks. we'll come home tattooed, claiming to have seen mermaids and fish that fly, in love with several brown skinned women, and knowing about the wind and the stars and the vast oceans in immodest detail. our ship will be the HMS deconstructionism, and we'll call the bust at the head molly.