Metamorphosism, schmetamorphosism. Changing, pfff. You work at it, nothing happens. Or you think something happens but nothing happens. Or less than you thought. Or you change back faster than you’d wish.
But sometimes something does change. Sometimes you turn around and look back and see you’ve come a lot further than you thought. You’ve wandered clear across the mall and your parents are nowhere in sight.
I smell like four or five different products this morning. Hair wax, because I got my hair cut short. Some deodorant. Two different colognes, one on each wrist, because I couldn’t decide. I like the right wrist better. I also smell like soap, I suppose, and toothpaste and the gum I’m chewing: Orbit professional herbal mint.
Used all this stuff because I couldn’t take much of a shower this morning since the dermatologist cut something out of my back last night and I’m supposed to wait a few days before getting it wet. A few days before Christmas my kids get to take the stitches out.
so THAT’s what i smell.
you should get a tattoo! it’s something that’s relatively painless to regret. channel all of that “whoops” into a thing you did to yourself, instead of to somebody else. also, you can get it covered up with something more elaborate later.
you can start by covering up that scar on your back. you’ll see. it’s the most fun you’ll ever have getting hurt.
yeah! get a tattoo!
Three Greek letters, that’s all I’m saying.
Orbit professional herbal mint!
No amateur gum for you, Mig, no sir!
Of course tattoos can change too, you know. Lord knows mine have been through a few evolutionary cycles. Not that I recommend it to those who were not born with the insatiable urge. Although I would enjoy watching you and Gordon get matching tri-epsilons or whatever. That’d be hot.
And now that I’m wrapping a new draft of this here novel beastie, I remember: I owe you a research outline.
Yes, please.
I have had what my guy calls “barnacles” frozen off me. When he first said that I made a joke about the Titanic. Oh sure, he could laugh, because he’s young and cute. And he was so soothing with his euphemisms about ‘women of a certain age’ etc. If he were some old fuck, I would have probably called the cops or something.
p.s. stitches are sexy