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Fa La La The murderous thoughts that usually visit me this time of year have started. Nothing serious, mind you, just extreme frustration. Because if someone were yelling at you to "SMILE SMILE SMILE! BRIGHT FACES!" when you were dizzy and confused and about to pass out from lack of air and excess of heat, you might have murderous thoughts too. And you certainly would if this person let you get halfway through the dance, stopped the music because you stopped smiling to lick your dry lips, and announced to the room that you are the reason they're having to do it again.But enough of that. I love this particular person. I really do. I just happen to hate her sometimes, too. Perfect nights make days like this seem like a waste of time. I should always be as happy as I was on Wednesday night. My feet shouldn't be cold, my hair shouldn't be up, there should be beautiful boys and loud music around me always. Even better, I should be on the stage, I should cause people to hyperventilate when they meet me, I should jump into a sea of people with full confidence that I'll be caught. So THIS is why people do Ecstacy and dream of being rock stars. See? There's a little Leo the lion in me yet. I need a nap. Or a Fa La Latte. Hee. 2003-11-22 @ 4:17 p.m. |