at work i have this fortune-cookie fortune, probably from some lunch meeting somewhere along the line, taped to the outside of my locker door. the fortune says,
the architect of your destiny is yourself. i put it up there because i thought i could use some constant reinforcement of the message. but then a couple months ago i stopped putting things in my locker so i forgot all about it.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:yesterday bean + i took a field trip to the mall, which turned into the field trip to hot topic. in the spirit of the professional, outside observer, we bought a couple of stickers, & i bought bean a pair of blue glitter wristbands for superhero dress-up purposes.
hot topic was full of kids buying back-to-school clothes with their parents. the staff, which included a woman i frequently see at magnolia's complaining to the goth boys there about her job, took a big shine to us for reasons i can't tell: unless it was because we were the only customers over the age of 25 & i was wearing a sundress.
what bean said (also why i hate hot topic): "wow, when i was goth you had to work really hard at it."
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:today is that day when you wake up & just keep going. i am wearing brand-new red shoes in which to just keep going. i am not listening to �your ghost�, although if you wanted to, you could, & you could pretend it is from me.
i am going to grab my frank o'hara & take my shoes off & climb up onto the bed. i am going to turn, once again, to �Mayakovsky�: my poem Most Turned To In My Hour Of Despondence.
& then maybe i will move on to things like �Lines for the Fortune Cookies�, or maybe i will watch tv.
