march 20th

for several days now my building has been surrounded by cars bumper to bumper. i almost chance getting hit every time i leave the garage. cars line block after block, and music is almost always blasting even when my windows are closed. think: screams and drums and metal and voices wailing. mischa was hiding under the bed covers when i came home. it's the masses of people crowding every corner that i'm feeling done and over with, and the weekend has only begun. today marks the first day of spring and it smells like spring time in the air. i think of freshly cut grass, flowers blooming, and drinking beer in the sunshine. i feel a lightness now that the winter season has ended. i'm going to gaybigaygay on sunday with elle and some friends, and on friday i'll be modeling in the "trashy fashion show" at elysium. it's glamorous and trashy and will draw a large crowd. my costume involves a black mini-skirt with a slit up one thigh, a sheer bra decorated in shiny, glued on materials, silver stockings, a pair of black high heeled wedges with straps around the ankles, and glittery make-up. i want to look hot so my ex girlfriend gets weak in the knees. :p down the road, i'm planning to rent a tux and perhaps perform a burlesque routine on stage with a friend also dressed in a tux. i'm shy but love attention at heart and have this dramatic, theatrical side that i tend to tone down in the public eye. as i've written before, performance has been healing for me. where has the time gone? i'm looking at the clock and it's almost 10. thank goodness for the weekend.