the mole anatomy

i usually write blog posts when i either
a) get something new and pretty, or
b) feel overwhelmed by Life As I Know It.



i have not gotten anything pretty in the past couple days.




 sometimes.  my eyes get little "x" cartoons drawn inside them (blinded by melodrama), and i stumble around, overcome by Realities Of The World that my fragile psyche simply cannot process.  i sink to my knees, i claw at the floor with my pretty purple nails- but they mean nothing now, purple shimmer is dead to me. i crawl around like a mole on pavement, all "this doesn't feel right!!!!...squeek squeek".  and then my grappling hands/paws/claws(mole anatomy anybody?) reach something prickly, something plastic.  SEQUINS.  ooo.  is it a dress?  a sparkly, swishy dress?  perhaps it is my size?  perhaps it is on sale?  why yes. "omg!" i declare (...in a mole-like way, if we are sticking with the imagery here...), throwing it on over my current outfit and suddenly my zest for life is restored!  suddenly my eyes are round again, and i can stand up straight.  look, the sun is high and bright like a big egg yolk, and what are the odds- i love eggs!  [because i'm back to being a person, and not a mole anymore, we all know eggs mean nothing to moles, they don't eat that kind of thing**.  and...why am i talking about eggs?] plus, i'm not on pavement after all- turns out it's a roller rink!  it's a skating party and all my friends and secret crushes are here, high fives and figure-eights, and they're playing ace of base and songs from the Clueless soundtrack!  oh and my dress is the mirror ball, so i do stationary spins in the center of the rink and tiny light reflections hit everybody's skin as they skate around.  i vary my moves a little, like sometimes i have my leg all around my other leg like michelle kwan, and sometimes its over my head like on dancing with the stars.  some people skate backwards and do tricks and they yell "am i badass or am i badass!?" and we all say "yeah, oh for sure!" like we've never seen such bravery.  somebody passes out those ice pops like they have at pool concessions and there are a million flavors and you can eat them while you skate cause those things are impossible to choke on.  also they come in rainbow flavor and maybe we get airbrushed swirl makeup on our cheeks, i don't know, maybe it's glittery, i don't know.  though as always, i am wary of this imaginary scene turning into a rave with creepy glow-paint.  not my style.  gotta watch out for what directions these things take you!

the moral of the story, is that my disposition is very roller-coaster lately, i guess?
or most likely there is no moral at all. 

happy weekend world!


**what do they eat, anyway?