11:44 p.m. - Friday, Mar. 19, 2004
My friends Tom Ford and Jacobo Arbenz
I am taking a break from writing a paper about America, and its bogus dedication to fighting the 'good fight' against tyranny and oppression during the Cold War era - i.e. like how the right wing military coups that took place, and the murderous dictatorships that existed in the American sphere of influence during that time, namely in South America, were all orchestrated and supported by the CIA, etc. Its some bloody refreshing stuff. I feel refreshed and invigorated just at the God damned mention of it all. Sigh, Jacobo Arbenz, you got a raw deal mate.
Its so sickening to think of all the opportunities this world had to be beautiful and grand, and how many of them America stole away when the lights went down. I couldn't count them all on my fingers...
I'm also taking a break to watch Sex and the City, because I am a homosexual boy. No wait, I mean I am a very girlish girl who loves cappucino, and salad at lunch, and dishing to my 'girlfriends' about all the sex I'm having, and my 'relationships'. No, that's not true. Really I'm neither of those things, so I have no business watching Sex and the City, and I am embarrassed that I do, but I do and I LOVE it.
Mostly I just do it for the clothes, I swear. On those off days when Carrie doesn't look like a rodeo clown dressed in Rive Gauche - angel, there IS such a thing as too much fashion - she has notably gotten in SO RIGHT. I mean, sometimes that shit is on. And then I am happy, because just the right amount of Rive Gauche falls somwhere between the orgasm and the face of God on the list of things that please me.
K, it starts in one minute. Later.
