September 2003 Archives

Last night was the other Lina's birthday. Well, I suppose it was actually all day, but since I couldn't be there for the entire 24 hours, I'm only going to acknowledge the eve of the anniversary of her glorious birth. I'm primarily mentioning this as a shoutout to the other Lina, and as a vehicle to post this picture on my site. She seems to be under the impression that I only post unflattering pictures of her. Not unflattering, in my opinion, but definitely variations on a theme. Speaking of themes, I also got her a couple of things of lipgloss for her birthday, including Urban Decay's Triple-X (XXX) shine. This is the stuff that my friends affectionately refer to as "cock-sucking gloss." We also made her a shirt that says, "The most influential Swede in San Francisco," which you can see pictured above. She's looking for information on the CEO of Ikea, because if she lives in San Fran also, Lina is planning on mud-wrestling her to make sure she maintains her title of most influential Swede. All I can say is that I hope I have my video camera for that rumble.

Speaking of which, I've now completed my third video for my Video Production class. So far, they've all involved slight perversion, and tube socks. These (and sugar, spice, everything nice, etc.) are a few of my favorite things.

As of late, there have been mainly colors fighting for control of my eyelids. Blue had its heyday last year, and for the last six months a sort of purpley-lilac has been winning the battle. That's because I was eating popcorn watching Traci Lords pornos and taking copious notes on the actresses' makeup, and I decided that lavender eyeshadow was the way to go. Then, after recently reading Traci's autobiography and realizing that I was being a bad person by watching her pornos, I decided to alter my appearance to reflect my change of heart. I did this by purchasing a $3 box of glory--mint eyeshadow, which I've been layering with gold. Don't let anyone tell you that I'm not a real classy broad.

Okay, call me pathetic, but that's basically the most exciting thing that's going on my life. Therapy is exciting as always. This week I found out that in addition to allegedly needing "too much outside validation," I'm a perfectionist and a "control freak." Sigh.

Well, well, well, what a turn of events we have had here in the shutitdown world this past week. As you know, my driving skills can only be described as "challenged." So when I got into this last accident, although it was not my fault, I accepted that I must, in some cosmic way, be to blame. So when I got a phone call a few days ago from the officer who responded to the accident, I was pretty surprised. Between bites of his doughnut he said to me, "Well, I know you were pretty upset at the scene of the accident. You said it wasn't your fault a number of times. So I decided to consult with some of my colleagues with more experience in the field and we went back to the intersection, and we have determined that you are correct. You were not at fault." Although I am in a fiction writing course this semester, this last paragraph was not an assignment for that class. It's all true. Let me summarize. A cop admitted he was wrong. I was in a car accident that was not my fault. It's like some tectonic plate under the earth shifted and all of a sudden I was caught in some parallel universe where things--unlike in my regular day-to-day life--were as they should be. So now I am going to have the riches of the insurance company and hopefully a golden tiara at some point soon.

Regarding the therapy, so far my therapist has decided one crucial piece of information about me. I need too much outside validation. And I haven't even told her about the webpage yet... Imagine?