I have been mocked in a mime-like fashion recently at DFW Airport (a nightmare- sized place bigger than the entire island of Manhattan) by an extremely skinny deaf/mute girl with bright red braids framing both sides of her face. She made her companions laugh by imitating my movements, sticking her extremely flat ass out to imitate my, umm, not so flat one, throwing her braids back, and easing into her seat the way I do. My sister noticed it first, then I did and had to laugh. That little bitch had me down! What could I do? I pouted in my seat, wearing my new Hello Kitty t-shirt, and she imitated that too! She signed something to her friends, and I caught her eye. I gave her a death glare to end all death glares. She looked at me as if she'd just woken up and did not return my stare. That was the end of the show. Alas, there are some looks that scare even would-be mimes. She'd never make it in Paris.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation. " Billie Holiday
Music for drinking: The Complete Billie Holiday box set (Verve Edition -- it's the most depressing)
Benedictions and Maledictions
So once again hope is marred.
You are not what you thought
you would be. I saw a man
take a cookie off a rattlesnake’s
head without harm. When he
dared to kiss it, the snake kissed
back. Risk is an emergency room
full of people with their hearts
in their hands, thinking they might
have been luckier this time.