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_________________ 1 14 pm pdt [ vine covered ] I am nude. My small, firm breasts point up and out. I am half immersed in water, not getting out or in, but rather moving forward. The light green waters are calm as the swirl around me. One arm is outstretched. My skin is pale and firm and does not have the texture one would expect it to. A vine has found me from its watery home and is settled on my butt. It should like to crawl its way up my back if it could. My light hair is losely pinned, and my head turned slightly so that I might look at you. But you probably won't notice me. You'll be gazing into the large mirror that looms in front of me for all eternity. I am an art deco statue -- a nude in a basin in front of a mirror. Rachel purchased me in Prague; the 5,680 Czech Crowns my shipping is costing appeared on her credit card bill yesterday. I am expected to arrive by the end of October, hopefully unbroken. I cost more to ship than to purchase, but Rachel had to have me and I was much too big and heavy for her to carry on the plane. The above entry is this month's collab for On Display. [The rest of this entry contains references to dead animals. Please jump to the next entry if you are not interested in or are disturbed by such things. And since I'm using the remaining few minutes of my lunch break to write this entry, I have a few things to add. Two days ago, as I was driving to work, I was listening to two djs discussing the found Wooly Mamoth in Siberia. They said that scientists are considering cloning the beast, that we might have live wooly mamoths on this planet again. I think that is a great idea. If people really want to front the expense, we could certainly have wooly mamoths at select zoos. One of the djs mentioned that President Clinton has made it illegal to clone humans. "So," the other one answered, "the president is against cloning, but for boning." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I am becoming more and more fascinated my the micro-environment of the 100 gallon reef tank that lives in our office. On Tuesday, Michael (our wonderful fish man) brought new additions to the tank when he came to clean. He brought a chocolate tang (strangely named, since it is bright yellow), another tang with lovely stripes, and a bagfull of hermit crabs to curb the growth of the green algeae. I have managed to learn a bit more about the tank with every visit from Michael, and am rapidly becoming fixated on the idea of having one of my own. I wonder how little money I could get away with spending... Yesterday, I arrived at work to find the striped tang dead. The hermit crabs made a feast of it for the first half of the day. A green star fish got ahold of it in the afternoon. There were no traces of it this morning. I must confess I was fascinated by the carnage in that I am awed by how efiicient the environment is. I stopped by the tank several times to check on the stage of tang consumption. I know this is odd behavior for a vegetarian. I was, however, disgusted to locate a dead cat in our company parking lot when I went to buy lunch today. I notified the office manager and did my best not to think about it. I have enjoyed my frequent walks to the super market for some time now, and have concluded that they are much more pleasant to me that trying to round up any of my co-workers to go to lunch with me. And since we are on the subject of dead gross things, I have to mention that the last time I went hiking I spotted a single severed deer leg on the side of the road. That really turned my stomach! I feel I should appologize for the direction this entry has taken. The office manager just came by to say that the cat has been picked up and I must have jumped six inches in my chair.
[ 3 years of diaring... ] three years ago today: Last night I went to the city with Dimples (he brought me roses!!!). two years ago today: I am pluggin' through this week and will try to keep my pleasant mood bottled for when I need it. one year ago today: Of all the thing to make a girl laugh, a search for "define bummy" will produce my November 97 entry and one other page. |