Me(joyfully): Sis, what kind of make-up should i wear to an interview?
Sis: The usual, something neat.
Me: okay..
Zen: aww you're going an interview?
Me: yea just trying thou i know my standards aren't to their requirements.
Sis: Ha. you're full of crap, one min art school, this& that.
Me: Why? its for BACKUP.

Then i sauntered out the door, irately. What i really really really want, is to live my body behind, to live in my mind:]

Between the hours 4a.m to 9a.m, i had a dream. One that seems like a phallic to my current unsettlement. I was a living-doll, fantasically, and a tailor made me tried afew costumes all of which wouldn't fit me. She started redoing my measures while i left for the streets, feeling so small in the world. Its not that i feel unwanted by the world, but the world feels unwanted by me.