No real point at all.
Nov. 10th, 2003 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareThis is intended to serve in part as a startling contrast to the existential nature of the most recent post by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
featherynscale.
Ah, fickle ego! How fragile you are, how vain, how girly. Ugh. It's amazing how the mirror does it -- serving up a luscious, glowingly sexy woman one moment...and a poochy, astoundingly ordinary one the next? (I'll grant you, she's always got fabulous hair.)
No wonder I went decades without really looking in the mirror except to check that I had nothing in my teeth. Living with a preening dragon is finally getting to me. Now, when my body is doing things without my permission.
Stay tuned for a thoughtful essay about Qabbalah...er, Kabbalah...QBL?...maybe QWERTYUIOP. Whatever.
Fear me, for I am scholarly. And bored. Mercy, mercy, mercy.
featherynscale. Ah, fickle ego! How fragile you are, how vain, how girly. Ugh. It's amazing how the mirror does it -- serving up a luscious, glowingly sexy woman one moment...and a poochy, astoundingly ordinary one the next? (I'll grant you, she's always got fabulous hair.)
No wonder I went decades without really looking in the mirror except to check that I had nothing in my teeth. Living with a preening dragon is finally getting to me. Now, when my body is doing things without my permission.
Stay tuned for a thoughtful essay about Qabbalah...er, Kabbalah...QBL?...maybe QWERTYUIOP. Whatever.
Fear me, for I am scholarly. And bored. Mercy, mercy, mercy.
