ok, liloo, this made me laugh:
The many way Jodi falls down” seems to glow with inner life.
because it’s true. i tried to explain that to my therapist once. i told her about the time i was standing on the sidewalk, at the curb, waiting for the cross walk, and i just spontaneously tripped. even thought i was standing still. and because i had my good camera around my neck, i fell all the way over, because i was using my hands to protect it, and didn’t catch my fall. and i think it made her sort of sad. but i’ve come to terms with it, for the most part.
also, regarding the clean underpants. that is where you are WRONG! i have ZERO clean underpants. i need to do laundry soooo bad. right now, i am wearing the “only when i need to do laundry” underpants. the kind that make you drive carefully because you don’t want to get in a car wreck with these particular underpants on. i do have two more pair, they are days of the week kitty cat thong underpants. i don’t know what days are left. but for some outfits, that’s just not appropriate.
don’t worry, internet friends, i’m obligated to feel better. first, fee reminded me, in less than a month, i will be seeing my boyfriend, eddie izzard here in seattle. and in a little more than a month, i’ll see him again, in LA. with fee and h’wee and kam! wheeeee! and, in fact, when i was in class with evildeb, i showed her the tickets for the seattle show, tucked safely away in my franklin covey Æ brain. just to keep our spirits up.
secondly, i must have seemed pretty down, because deb took me to the spa yesterday and got me a massage. she got herself a massage too. i told her not to be ridiculous, that she didn’t need to take me to the spa. but i only said that about 2.3 times, and not with my most resolute voice. so… off to the spa we went! this spa is called sanctuary. it’s wonderful. they those showers. you know? the steam showers with all the shower heads coming at you from all directions. they have you take one before, and then i took another after. they had the best hair products in there too. those showers might be better than sex. depends on if you are getting any, i suppose. god i love those showers. in fact, in my list of material possessions i want, i had one of those showers.
the massage therapist beat the shit out of me too. which i like. what’s the point of getting a massage, unless you get the hurt out? but my arms are major sore!! she did things to my arms no massage therapist has ever done before. i feel bruised, but she didn’t leave any marks. ninja massage therapist.
so, as you can see, i’m obligated to snap out of it. because i have all these fucking BLESSINGS. you know? yeah… i’m working on it. don’t worry.