Tell me what you want, what you really really want.
2008-02-19 // 12:20 p.m.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

Last night, I spent an evening with five women who I have admired since I saw them at an event in the mid-90s in London. I've followed their career as a group and as solo artists. I've read gossip magazines, downloaded their songs, and this morning, hung a poster up in my office depicting them all.

I give you - The Spice Girls.

Live. At Madison Square Garden.

I know it just looks like white blurs, but let me tell you, they put on a fabulous show. I went with three gay men and the audience was comprised of about 25% faygeles, 70% teenage girls (who must have heard the Spice Girls when they were little) and the rest were fans like me.

They rocked and popped and I was impressed. What a good image for little girls to look up to. But I also felt so sad and nostalgic for the mid-90s when I was young and free and yes, a drugged-out mess. I can't believe it was over 10 years ago when they burst onto the scene - as did I.

So, Erika pointed out in my last entry that I had mentioned that right now, when I overeat, I just shit everything out and soon will puke it out - and that was concerning. Absolutely right. It is. And I definitely let myself run rampant this past weekend, especially on Sunday. What the fuck was I thinking? I don't know if it's because I've been so deprived for a month of solid foods and I'm just happy to chew again or I really have no concept of how little I'm supposed to be eating. I'm eating too fast and I'm eating crap. Hummus? Half a cup is a huge amount of fat. Corned beef hash? Tons of fat. And let's not forget how I chewed very buttery popcorn at the movies while watching Juno with SNG and then later on went to the diner on the premise that I didn't want to cook and ate 3 oz. of meatloaf and half a cup of mashed potatoes - not bad, excellent choice - but then decided to see if I could handle toast with butter.....and had my first PB (Productive Burp) and yakked it up. Bad choices. Super-bad choices. My life is a string of super-bad choices.

Except for the one I just now made...I went with a co-worker who used to be a yoga trainer to the Jivamukti Yoga Center and signed up for a 4 class Basic Beginner course, starting the first week of March. That felt good and proactive. I'm going to Maine on Thursday with SNG and getting my hair did on Friday by my favorite lesbian stylist, which also makes me happy.

Otherwise, it's just one big bowl of I Don't Give A Fuck.

What I'm reading: Shakespeare, by Bill Bryson.
What I'm hearing: SPICE UP YOUR LIFE!
What I'm learning: There is no try, only do.

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Past entries:
You've got the moves, baby, I've got the motion. - 2008-09-14
More more more - 2008-08-31
More more more - 2008-08-31
Relapse. Again. - 2008-08-28
Moving on up.... - 2008-08-14