Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Have you ever seen the sunrise?

Another day, another heat-wave. And pain. Oh, the pain. Bring on the blood already, damn it! Come and welcome the small-town-band-orchestra and then take them with you when you leave! Release me from the infernal hell that is this bloody heat!
I just saw an Armani-commercial where the model was in water all the time. Oh my god, that seems amazing. You can just sink me into an icecube and leave me there for a few days. I mean, you wouldn't even notice me. Really. (Of course, I'd be completely surrounded by ice and unable to move so if you did notice me I guess that'd be a bit strange...)


You know, once I heard about a masquerade ball in Italy that's so exclusive people pay insane amount for their customes when they get invited. I have no idea where I read or heard it and of course I haven't managed to find anything about it, but it's one of those things I'd love to attend. Of course, mostly I think it's just an excuse for a bunch of dusty, old nobles to have decadent sex without their loved ones knowing. I can see it. Me in the most wonderful outfit which, of course, I have absolutely no idea of what it looks like, and then some old, fat, sweaty bastard breathing down my neck, calling me "Josephine" and wondering if we "shouldn't depart to a demote corner and..." - yep, I can see it happen. I would of course have to say "oh, but yes, signor" and even though I'd be throwing up inside I would keep my smile on. Oh the scandal should I not accept. The international crisis! The whispers... "She turned him down..." "Doesn't she know who he is...?" "A million girls would kill for that opportunity..." Yes, so I would have to follow. And I would have to fake interest. And then I would become pregnant and he would have to marry me to avoid a scandal among his people and my family would love that I'm "marrying rich" and all the time I'd be breaking inside because I was stupid enough to attend that masquerade ball. You know... I don't think I want to visit that ball anymore. I think I'll just stay here. In the heat.

Maybe I should clean my windows today... god knows it's well-needed...

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