"i'm not a invisible. i'm sort of just hidden. like a chameleon, but without the taste for insects." - elizabeth crane, when the messenger is hot
"why was fabulousness important? the world was a scary, sad place and adornment was one of the only ways she knew to make herself and the people around her forget their troubles." - francesca lia block, necklace of kisses
oh, look, it's another day, another wait for the bus home from work. it's summer. there are green trees and bare shoulders. right before christmas when mom told me about her bad scans, i was sitting at this very sewing machine thinking about how mom wasn't going to live to see spring, that winter that seemed neverending for me really was the end for her. it's so wierd how the leaves die in the fall and come back in the spring and mom just stays dead. i have 4 more days left of work before i become one of the masses of underemployed. i'm worried about finding a new job, because the initial response has not been good. but i'm not worried about how i'm going to make it work without one, becaue lisa! has been amazingly kind and generous. she assures me it will all work out fine, and i choose to believe her.