I didn't have anything to blog about so I went into my photo box, shut my eyes, and selected a picture. This was New Year's Eve when it was about to be 1990. I was at my father's house; we'd just come back from a week in Mexico and Montezuma was wreaking havoc with both of our intestinal parts.
I remember we went out to a fancy dinner that night and neither one of us finished our free glass of champagne, which right there tells you something is seriously wrong. Then we went home to poop some more, and I rang in the new year from his couch.
Other than the part where all the glossy stuff is coming off this picture, I like it. I always wore all black back then. And I like my bracelets, which I bought in Mexico. You were supposed to barter, but I always wanted the shop people to like me, so those bracelets probably cost $49,000.
My father bought that statue in Fiji, I think. Or Australia. Somewhere far, anyway. It occurs to me that when he dies I will have to have that rather not-remotely-my-style statue in my house. I mean, I'm an only child, who else is he gonna give it to? You want it, Aunt Mary? Why couldn't dad be into cherubs and curlicues and pink sparkly Hello Kitty statues? I guess because dad isn't Liberace.
See? I knew grabbing a picture would get me to ramblin'.
Oh, and speaking of pictures, there's a guy at work who's gonna sell me his old digital camera. So our days of looking at June's world though cataracts may be over! I may have me a fancy camera soon!
Also too, I have convinced one of my ex-boyfriends to write a guest post, to be titled, "I dated June." I told him he could tell the ugly truth as much as he wanted. So expect that chilling tale someday soon. He is a published novelist and poet and also kind of a philanderer, so he should tell a good tale. Really, it'd be more interesting if he told his current story, "I'm dating everyone," but it's my blog so he has to talk about me.
Oh, wow, you know what? I was dating him when that picture was taken up there. I just figured that out. Well doesn't this tie up nicely.
I guess that is all I have to tell you, except oh! Remember when I got that little financial windfall a few months back and I said I was gonna get my ridiculous forehead wrinkle filled? Yeah. I didn't. I paid stupid BILLS with my windfall. Have I mentioned I wish we were rich? At any rate, I am now saving my pennies anew because I am thinking I should just have a forehead lift. Look:
We won't even discuss my roots or that bulbous nose.
Wow! I look 20 years younger! So worth it.
Okay goodbye. And remind me to tell you about Marvin changing his Facebook status to "widowed."