Curly Girly Foureyed Redhead (She has no feet.)

It has been very silent lately. My blog, my room - no songs, no screaming or shouting or Laughing-Out-Louds, the simple reason being - I've found lately, that I've had nothing to say. The silence - spreading from the many dustshadowed corners of my head - left my room, hours & days empty, leaving me to simply sit & stare at the walls or down into the darkness of my coffee cup. It's been boring, but I think it might have been a neccessary break for me. No words. No melodies. No bags or drawings or clever things to say. Just me & my boredom, & the hours we've killed together.

But it just couldn't go on any longer. & as always when I doubt, wonder or simply lose faith in Wonderlands - I turned to Drew Barrymore.

I am in love with the woman. I want to be her best friend. I want to call her every day, water her plants when she's out of town. I want to marry her & have her babies. I want her to tell me everything is going to be fine, & that she 'believes you can be the person that you dream of being.' & I want to be able to tell her that I think she's perfectly right.

I know that I have said this before. It just needed to be said again. She's a fucking hero. & nothing gives me hope like allowing myself to believe that she & I are very alike. Drew, thank you for always giving me that kind of bright-colored-easy-living-at-peace-with-the-world-hope, that seem to pour from every word you say.

Thank you for making it okay to be confused, functional, whimsical, crazy, bored, boring, high, normal & nutty.

"I don't really have any destructive behavior anymore, because I've tried that and I don't like it. I like being a functioning adult."

"Every morning I stay in bed for ten minutes to ponder my place in the universe; then I wash my face and check my karma." [on her morning routine]

I guess there's just something about her that my hippie-genes can't resist, no matter how hard I try.

Not that I can say that I am trying.

Oh, & a punkstar wrote a song about me today. It goes like this:

'Curly girly foureyed redhead / she has no feet / she has a wheelchair & the wheels on the chair / go round & round & round & round & round the town. '

I wasn't aware I had no feet. Good thing he told me. It's actually quite catchy, coming to a radio close to you soon, I bet you that much. I drew him a picture to thank him. This is him:

Anyways. I'm off to make a difference.

Peace.