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I've always had an admiration of Annie Lennox. The Korean woman who gave me my manicure last night could barely contain her giggles. I handed her my right hand and she looked quizzically at me, "Tips" she asked. I shook my head, "manicure." And her eyes said, "Manicure, what?" And then I handed her my left hand and she honestly tried to use her nail file. We both had a good chuckle at that. The nails are short, and the tips of my left hand are worn, and yet still they are dressed in their shiniest red. [Matador Red because I've always had a thing for the theatricality of toreadors.] And looking down at my hands it seems to me to be like a beautiful and made up woman with r.e.a.l.l.y. short hair in a suit and a tie. Kind-of Annie Lennox-ish like that. I am always in love in my dreams. And she is always beautiful in all of the right ways. And I love the soft of her skin because I know that there is steel and skyscraper underneathe. Katie tells me that I have a very intense fantasy life... and I tell her that life is fantasy. I tell her that reality is relative and that I like to try and embrace all of mine. And in my dreams my love has lullabies in her kisses and majik in her laugh. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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