I am a person preoccupied with options... and dirt.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
People are dying. I don't say this to be hilarious, it's just a fact. A human brain parasite can alter fear. It can create symptoms of schizophrenia. It can't kill you by itself, but it can make you kill yourself, if that doesn't get you, the medication for chronic hepatitis c that should save you might give you a stroke.
A fourteen year old son can lose his mother because no one believed her.
A woman can watch love dwindle to the loss of life.
A young old man can get multiple myeloma and die.
Go watch Harold and Maude. I've got nothing for today.
A: The Dirty Ballerina is a collection of words, drawings and meanderings that fell out of my head and onto a page. (In the real life paper version there will be things that fell out of other people's heads sometimes.)
Who is the dirty ballerina?
Why do you get to be THE dirty ballerina? What makes you so special?
A: Because I said so and because that's me in the tutu.
Do you even do ballet?
A: The last time I did ballet was when that picture was taken 22 years ago.
*I'm going to stop here before it gets ugly and say that everyone has a little dirty ballerina inside of them. The next time you pour coffee down the front of your fancy outfit or trip and fall in the mud stop for a minute and look at yourself. Are you laughing? There she is...
Thirty in Thirty
As an assignment to myself and to push myself to learn about deadlines I am writing a blog everyday for thirty days. The only requirement I have is that I cannot blog about blogging. Most of it may be crap but I'm doing it anyway, so there.
My grandma always says, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I always say, the truth is better than anything you can make up. I also tend to listen to my grandma as she's pretty smart. So, if you pop up, or think you pop up in anything I write you might be right, but then again, you might be wrong. All memory is fiction essentially, right?