Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
December 29, 2003 I'll Have the Ruby Slippers I wasn't going to even have a party at first because I thought I didn't have enough friends in the area to make it worthwhile. (Yes, I DO have friends; they're just scattered all over the country.) But now there are 15 people coming and I'm actually nervous. I'm a recluse at heart, good at one-on-one but quiet in a crowd. Whee, Bornearly, steppin' out! At least I don't have a headache. I guess wearing the Fuckme shoes that I've had in the closet for three years and never worn yet is kind of out of the question. For this crowd. Not being the Emmys and all. That just reminded me of the dream I had last night about looking in my closet and realizing I hardly had any good shoes. I have gig shoes, which I only wear for gigs so they won't wear out, and cross trainers galore. Otherwise, though, I have sort of a Character Shoe clone which is a little Dorothy (again, had them for years, hardly worn... and I'm no longer Dorothy, unless she's a little dykey-looking now), and the aforementioned F.m. shoes, neither of which really get worn because... well, because they're not exactly right. It would just be typical of me, with all I have to get done today, to suddenly decide I MUST rectify the shoe situation, and spend an hour and a half looking for a new pair (Fashion Bug MUST be having a sale -- something in a sparkly red, perhaps?) -- then panic because I'm running late. I think I'm trying not to face the loadedness of the day. After all the planning, now Will might come out if he's feeling up to it, and that's about all I can think of. I haven't seen him since September. Maybe the shoes thing is so I'll be distracted in case he decides not to show. God, I want to see him though. I want to see him more than anything. Even ruby slippers. |
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