screaming wild

Lately I've been feeling really self conscious about being cute.
That sounds really dumb -- but it's a fact, I am cute, and I am resentful of it.

When I was a little kid people used to always say OH YOU ARE SO CUTE then I would, really cutely but also completely seriously say I AM NOT CUTE, I'M ONLY A LITTLE BIT CUTE, which is such a hammy little kid thing to say.

I sometimes try and avoid it or work against it, by trying to be more mysterious and aloof and sensual but here are three things I am not:
1. mysterious
2. aloof
3. sensual

Blogs are funny because they are so, so self indulgent and people read them and are interested by them. By complete self indulgence! It's hilarious. Xenia showed me imboycrazy and now I can't stop reading it, it's like a car accident of all the girls you hated in junior high only now they're in their early twenties with bodies that never hit puberty.







There's a little mouse that lives in my cupboard and it feeding off a bag of basmati rice. Carolyn is semi living with me right now and she's brave and we hunted the mouse together, not to kill it but to be pals because I'm moving out so I don't care.



















On Satuday my work had an event. Ballerinas dancing in a torrential downpour on a construction site. Just another day at the office.