4 and 3 and 2 and 1...

From one of the best albums of all time, the Beastie Boys, puttin' it on wax:





I'm pumped. Some seriously cool shit coming up in the next two months. Also, I bought a hat that makes me look really cute. And Loreal's new Million Lashes is super good, but then, all Loreal mascaras are da bomb. Like fur coats for your lashes. And this new one is no clumping and feels good when you put it on. Purrrrr.

Me: So I've been a pescetarian for three days now.

RedSky: What does Bob have to say about that?

Oh, Red. Yeah, so the LJ spotlight on a vegetarian comm gave me the final push to do something I've always wanted to do, and it feels so right. Like a fur coat for my soul. Wait! That is wrong.

So, yes, things coming up of intriguing literary nature, and since they have sewn my mouth shut (the witches!), I write the following:

WoD: Improbity: (many, many things, incl...) betray, knavish, roguish, deceitful, unfaithful, trothless, two-faced, corruptible, purchasable, stab one in the back, crooked, and Many More! Now in your Local Thesaurus!

There were many things she liked about him, not least that he was positively incorruptible. She was a perfidous bitch, herself, but there are many that walk this earth not knowing who they truly are, and she felt sorry for them. But truth be told -- and did she never tell a story that wasn't at least half truth? -- it was in the arms of her golden-hearted lover, his honest lips upon hers, that she felt for a moment to be outside herself. She could dwell in that span of time, stringing it out like false pearls on cat gut, and in the morning, tell herself that it was back to reality. Back to pseudonyms and check kiting and the Helpless Lady.

But when he called one day to say he wouldn't be coming around anymore, that his wife had caught on and he just couldn't, you see, just couldn't, and he didn't want to hurt her, after all, he was a good man, it was a mistake. It had been a mistake. And his wife understood... Well, it was in that moment that she understood that the petty larceny of the heart was something she had miscalculated. Misunderstood. And she looked into her heart and, without a second's doubt, closed that account. Permanently. And a new reality began.

Fin