Thursday, August 14, 2008

Diabolina Digs


I want to feel normal again.
I want to laugh and not feel guilty.

I want to feel like I know what I'm doing.
I want answers. I want solutions.

I want to do the right thing.
Say the right thing. BE the right thing.
For her. For him. For everyone.

I want control.
I'd even take the semblance of control at this point.

And I guess I want shit-kicker booties too ;)


tam pham said...

i bought me pair of louboutin ankle booties when they were super on sale, but i have't worn them yet. too intimidated :-/.

Jean Bean said...

In time, honey. You're more resilient than you think, and you're going to bend your mind around this new reality before long. For what it's worth, I think you are perfect.

lookrichbitch said...

Oooooh.. Those boots would look fab with a balenciaga bag.

Dear Mr. Diabolina,

Fashion Terrorista here. I promise not to use my weapons of mass destruction (e.g. my AMEX) if you hook your wifey up with some goods. I will only surrender peacefully when these conditions are met:

1. Balenciaga bag
2. Sexy booties (and I ain't talking about the sexy booty she already has!)
3. Sprinkles

But I mean that ever so sweetly!


weezermonkey said...

By simply being yourself, I think you are all those things to all of those people. :)

Sable Crow said...

I want these things for you, too. I'll echo words a very wise woman once told me, when I catalogued a similar list of wants to her:

"It's good to want things."

I've never forgotten your advice, D. It's been a pleasure and a pain and sometimes both. It IS good to want: It means we still have a vision of how we'd like things to be. And that--in a way--is hope. And hope hurts.

And I second the Bean, and LRB.



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