This self destruction isn't about me anymore.

you you you you you you you you you you you
are
the sun the moon the stars and I
I
would never run away from you.
bless you,
and the things that you do and it was all... yellow.
(Karaoke is a devil) and a simple prop. To occupy my time.
Stay home, eat apples.
I'm coming down...
with something
now.

Sunday morning. I sat outside my front fence in last night's dress. I don't think much of this number. Purchased on ebay for $10 ($5 for the dress, $5 for the postage), I had trepidation because alycewilson87 was the sole bidder for this item. What's wrong with it, exactly? What did everyone else on ebay see, that I was blind to? Fuck my bad judgement, this always happens. You know, I have two red dresses that I'm unsure about. I actually think I look shit in red, when I am pale as I am now. No, I am worse than pale right now. My tan hasn't totally faded. So I'm fadedy golden pink peach IVORY. It's non-commital. It's unslightly. Give it up, pigments! Let go, already. So, I'm sitting in the sun and I'm cringing because I'm hungover and emotional and want a Coke and I see Dolly rolling in some crunchy pavement. As she rolled she rolled closer and closer to where the curb ended and the road began. One of the old Greek ladies yelled something at me. I said, yeah, and kept looking at my cat who is just living for the moment. I am consumed with jealousy that I have to stand up, go inside and shower while Dolly just gets to Dolly around. She doesn't need me but I need her. She won't even let me hold her for more than five seconds without getting squirmy. Oh, and I was wearing my trench coat over the top of the dress. This dress is also stupid because I don't know if it's meant to be worn off-the-shoulder or not. I had my fur coat on the previous night. Dancing got sweaty... thankfully, I didn't do much of it.