cloudy with a chance of self-deprecation.the heat of this sunday morning brings in its wake a cloud...an ominous portent of the week.
do you know what it's like to feel like you cannot trust a single thought, emotion, or desire? i spend so many countless hours brooding over the desire to just be someone else.
i have this vision of candace in my head and it never quite meets up with the reality of what i have to deal with - the clumsy, anal, critical, thin-haired, out-fit challenged, flat chested, mouthy, demanding, moody, snappy self that i cannot quite stomach this morning.
how i long for some sort of teleportal kinetic device that can beam my soul out of this body - just for some silent reprieve where for ONCE, for even a fraction of a second- i can not care what i look like, what i say, or who i am.
i need to get lost in a book today. i hate funky moods.