I want to put some of my past in a vacuum sealed jar and toss it into the ocean for someone else to find. The weight of other people can be a panic button sometimes. When I realize at two in the morning that I’m going to a play that Bill may be attending, I’m fine. When I remember that we worked on it together, I smile. When I realize I’m going with approximately eight boys, I get a moment of panic. I worry for him. It’s a thrill though my body of sorry sounding adrenaline. The reality of such a situation probably won’t matter, I’ll simply be a slut heathen. It’s a rather large chain around me, if I look at it, but I don’t think I’m going to care. I’m better enough that it’s okay if he continues to see me skewed. I know that I can’t help it. I’m myself and I like it.
I woke up this morning to a phonecall. “Hi! I’m calling for Jhayne. This is Sweet Confections! You have won a cake!” I think we need to throw a party to celebrate. This is a limited time offer sort of thing, so I have a time limit on when I need to pick it up. I want a sunny day and ten people in a park, but the weather is unlikely to co-operate. I have another one, as well, from my birthday, that I haven’t claimed. I’ll have to fairly soon. What say a group of us go for dessert sometime soon and I ask after all the details?
My other news I’m going to toss into bold is that I’m going to be a lifecasting model. Fifty bucks for two castings. His website leads me to believe that he sometimes makes bronze, but I believe these are going to be plaster. I’m rather excited, or if not excited, then happy. Moments connecting into place on this one, an experience I suspect I’ve always wanted to try, and I’m getting paid for it. I thought I had someone to go with me, but scheduling may be getting in the way. Is there anyone available to jaunt into North Burnaby with me early Thursday morning?