Trapped in Laguna Beach again, but today I’m not minding so much. My last saunter into the city was enough to keep me here contentedly enough for a day. I’ve got a camera and some fun props to play with. The light isn’t too bad. All the white in the front room softens the sunlight. Long slatted blinds and cotton/wood furniture. All very california, all very sweet with the hardwood floor.
New Years was nice. Alastair was cruel and dropped me off at a hairdressers. They dyed my hair a flat, almost metallic purple. It’s like the wild hair of a middle aged woman, I like it. There’s a certain Betty and Veronica aspect that amuses me no end. We were hours recovering from the amount of chemicals they doused me with, the hairspray was unbelievable. I can’t imagine how people use it everyday. How do they breathe??
We found a place called Ipso Facto, a goth store extrodinaire where we promptly fell in love. I have the first princess dress of my life. There’s still a delighted six year old screaming in my head wanting me to wear it again, three days later. Black ragged thing, I love it. It’s industrial, nasty, and charming all at once. It was old fashioned burst into flame time, if only I had some make-up or knew what to do with it.
We met a man at the party who goes by Captain Squid. He got a video of me dancing on a railing. Thrilling that I have my balance almost back. Three inches of wood a few feet up, slinking about above the crowd, I think I had the best view in the house of the circus on stage. They’re the folk I hope to hook up with. We were in a giant hotel next to Macarthur Park. The park of the cake in the rain fame, voted the worst song in the world seven years in a row back in the nineties.