today it did not snow

and that made me feel empty,
longing for soft white flakes that
fall around me in a twirl of light and cold.

i can't say
that today was very exciting
i wore pig slippers and skipped across the stage,
people smiled at me for being happy.
a reward for my joy.

eating pizza
everyday for the rest of this week
sounds appetizing and like something
i would like to do
if my metabilism was like nicole kidman's
and my pizza calorie free.

i want to go shopping
for my clothes are suddenly all boring--
i've worn them all before and i can think
of no other way to wear them; now, i am
lost for clever combinations that show off
my figure and my eyes.

in english tomorrow i shall presnet
a monologue based off kafka written from
the view of the lady in the fur.
i am scared, for she is not the usual
and going against the grain is not my strongpoint--
especially not in front of people.

unadalturated loathing
is a funny thing to sing about
but when they dance across the stage,
their voices combining with the cd player
i can feel my pulse quicken and my body wish to join
their frenzied prance across the stage.