i'm catholic, you know, a hypocrit like everyone else

while standing on line to purchase communion wafers from the man at the counter (an old ex boyfriend's father) i said:
i'd like the large one, i'm planning to have a last supper in a few days

wow. apparently i'm a bit of a wise-ass in my dreams...
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every now and then i need a good fix of old 80's music. u2 (i'm probably one of the few who loved october and unforgettable fire!)t-heads, replacements, cure, the jam, smiths, psychedelic furs, blondie, clash, the entire soundtrack for pretty in pink...say anything...breakfast club...

sad. i find a little bit of solace traveling back to a time when i was relatively innocent, extremely naive, and living on the edge. my life was filled with Art/Dance. i regret not paying more attention or doing better in the art history classes i took. i was too busy mooning over...someone.
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caught some of Oprah's show yesterday about extreme makeovers. is it me or is it a little bit in poor taste when people cheer the "new" you?? does this mean that you really looked like shit before the change? what the hell message are we sending to the kids growing up today? i guess it explains why high school teenage girls feel they need to get breast implants.

"Run faster than beauty."
Pablo Picasso.

i must be getting old.

as i walk through
this wicked world,
searching for light in the darkness of insanity i ask myself,
is all hope lost? is there only pain, hatred and misery?
and each time i feel like this inside,
there's one thing i wanna know...
elvis c.

ps. i've got a 3 day weekend...yeee haaa.