mindless monday musings

i'm half-drunk in my newly painted flat, all cheery in its citrine warmth. my home positively hums with the comings & goings of beautiful foreigners that have found m. & i in a particularly welcoming state of mind, and, for the past week, we have quickly obliterated what was left from my birthday stash. for the first time in years, i feel like i have friends, besides the missed few who live too far away to indulge in our early spring hospitality. i have found that i grimace when looking in the mirror less- have learned to love the fine lines that frame my pout. these lines, i learn, tell stories. after years of yearning to be mysterious and alluring, i've found that the most attractive quality i have is my humor. yet, for years, i never allowed myself to smile, out of of fear that my trademark pout would be marred. while i have gained acceptance of my numerous faults, i have, admittedly, become far more intolerent of others.earlier this evening, i actually went on a five minute tirade about how "hotel california" should be banned from bar jukeboxes and did a fairly accurate impersonation of the balding ex frat boys that demand to belt off key renditions of "what's going on?" (don't think marvin gaye or i shall be forced to smear wasabi on your gaping wounds- four non blondes "whats' going on" because linda perry in a talentless ageing california reject whose only recent credentials are hanging with PINK). god forgive me for my not-so-minor indiscretions. more later, when i'm more coherent, perhaps.