Sometimes I end up at a party with a social piranha. A party like every other party where everybody is a stranger to me. But its one of those uptown parties with rich celebrity guests, television cameras, a hired host from Lime Tree Lane and Chinese people. I don't know any Chinese people, at least not personally. Not counting the woman who sells me my chicken fry rice on weekends. I can't call her a friend. But we have a special unspoken bond like strawberries. Whenever I come through the door without me saying a word she says "chicken fry rice?" and I say "yes" - the simpler of my relationships. I smile.
I make a game of it and try to befriend a china-woman at the party. But stalking and hand signals appear to be not enough. I've found that Chinese people are very reserved and rare like monkeys. And if you study the crowd carefully you will see them huddled together in mother-daughter configurations that are hard to penetrate. They are like baby cubs in a herd of short angry Chinese adult elephants. Sweep me off my feet.
If the the opportunity presents itself I try to pass myself off as a black chinaman by standing in the glow of a bright light so that I have squint my eyes all the time. But it never works, they usually runaway before I can pounce and wound. Its hard to see when your blind and disoriented. Disoriented. Small talk fails when she keeps saying what? what? WHAT? And all I can reply is "komichi?". Luckily, the social piranha has me in the corner of her eye and will often rush back to save me before I succumb to the five point palm-exploding heart technique. Put my feet back on the ground.
I heard a song yesterday which just stuck in my head. The title was "I put a spell on you". It basically spoke of a man who put a spell on a woman while she was asleep then when she awoke she was in love with him. Now my first Victoria Secret set was love spell. I still have a set now. It's really nice, I wonder though if it gets up into your nose while you are asleep, if it will cast a spell on you. O.k. I have officially gone crazy, because I am quite amused now. LOL.
Anyway in a way scents can cause you to have illusions of grandeur about a person. Yep every time you smell that scent the person comes to mind. I don't know but lately I have been pretty obsessed with all these damn accessories called scents. Now I have too much. They are nice though. Maybe I will mix them up and come up with a magic potion.
Mad Bull commented: Wait! DBGirl, is it really you? Wow! The way I read Owen, I thought he would keep his blog secret from people close to him... see how you can draw the wrong conclusions from knowing someone via a blog. [confident] ... read 3 more
taylor commented: hmm.. with that much liqour.. she plants to get f$cked up.. probably an orgy party.. i dunno..
holy shit she must be russion.. you cant possibly consume that much alcohol... that store selling watered down liqour
the fox randomly running a cross.. nice touch.. "how random" i like random..
falling down the stairs. she must be going through somethign really painful in her life for her to dream about that. and the damn stairs seemed like they had no end too.
The stars really doo look more beautiful under the influence of boos. however. where was the barf scene.. you cant have ne one drinking that much boos and not throw up. ... read 1 more
taylor commented: what.. nigga you liar.. you attempted.. i was contemplating doing it.. but i just got lazy..
Owen you sure you did this.. don't lemme give you props and you telling lies.. ... read 1 more
