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Sunday, October 10, 2004
Dumb Post
Right. So, what I’ve come to realise is that I didn’t finish what I started. I defined everything I’m not, but I didn’t quite make it to the part where I tell all of the oh-so-curious parties out there exactly what I am. Well, to some degree it’s just fruitless and pointless and everything else, but I will try anyway just because I’ve had my first joint in a few months and I’m feeling rather like entertaining.
I like shoes. I guess that makes me a woman doesn’t it? It must. Of course, making this assumption places you in the categories I’ve laid out in my last entry, but don’t you worry, I’m not going to hold you to it or accuse you of being anything but human. I do like shoes, and I bought a pair the other day that are simply darling. Today, for the first time in five months I had my hair cut. Hmmmmm, seems rather manly to me as well. The stylist (I think they prefer this to hairdresser), had trouble getting her comb through it (Yes, SHE, isn’t that just SO typical...if only it had been a gay man...anything but a straight man). Then, I went home, listened to David Bowie, and drank gin. So, am I a gay man...? No, I had a few shots of rum and wrote a few blog entries and then discussed the virtues and/or vices of Pulp, Radiohead and Blur. Then, I wanted a cigarette, but I felt like walking around in heels so I put on my fur coat and a little black dress and I bought the first pack of cigarettes I’ve had in at least five months and smoked them while I sang (and danced) obnoxiously along to Different Class (which is a Pulp album BY THE WAY). I realise I’m sneering. I hate PCs, I’m going to buy a Mac. Oh, fuck it, train wreck....goodbye.
I like shoes. I guess that makes me a woman doesn’t it? It must. Of course, making this assumption places you in the categories I’ve laid out in my last entry, but don’t you worry, I’m not going to hold you to it or accuse you of being anything but human. I do like shoes, and I bought a pair the other day that are simply darling. Today, for the first time in five months I had my hair cut. Hmmmmm, seems rather manly to me as well. The stylist (I think they prefer this to hairdresser), had trouble getting her comb through it (Yes, SHE, isn’t that just SO typical...if only it had been a gay man...anything but a straight man). Then, I went home, listened to David Bowie, and drank gin. So, am I a gay man...? No, I had a few shots of rum and wrote a few blog entries and then discussed the virtues and/or vices of Pulp, Radiohead and Blur. Then, I wanted a cigarette, but I felt like walking around in heels so I put on my fur coat and a little black dress and I bought the first pack of cigarettes I’ve had in at least five months and smoked them while I sang (and danced) obnoxiously along to Different Class (which is a Pulp album BY THE WAY). I realise I’m sneering. I hate PCs, I’m going to buy a Mac. Oh, fuck it, train wreck....goodbye.
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