My wrists my hands oh woe is me the god of hands hates me. The god of cake is altogether my best friend lemon cake and carrot cake damn the cake gods for bringing the man to my house the man bearing cake. TWO CAKES.
My left wrist in particular. I went to church. I held up the soft cover hymnal with Linda Sue I sang alto and then more alto and I fucked up my left wrist which had gotten better. Damn the god of wrists the whole committee of wrist gods they are out for my wrists and my hands.
My body. I move it and move it it feels good to move it I get sore and I move it some more then I sit down for a few minutes and it locks down it freezes up the teenage popular crowd of body gods also hates me I worked hard to infiltrate that crowd but even so, even with them at my house all those girls all us in togas I was still outside them damn the stuck up crowd of body gods girls with fly-back curls.
And the brain it will always rat track itself into boo. Boo. Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo hoo.
I tire of myself and this infernal Boo Hooing!
But bother really.
I have new clothes though still no tee-shirts. I have a family who loves me. I am altogether fabulous. I am altogether the smartest most amazing person ever created. The genius creative gods have always loved me. And yet,
We watched the remake of Rosemary's Baby. You have to really put forth a lot of effort, a Herculean effort, to mess up a story as good as Rosemary's Baby. But then, some people can mess up anything. And those would be.....the BAD TASTE people who suffer from an utter lack of creative or original thought. So here's what they did in case you would like to do it yourself--
Take Rosemary's Baby. "Update" it. Move it to Paris. Make the "devil worshipers" really "mean." Give them wicked pregnant glances and French teeth. Spell out EVERYTHING. Put in lots of "exciting" bloody bits including the devil who eats a whore's heart on camera I am not kidding. Take the pacing and the dramatic "irony" from the Omen and the Final Destination series and overlay it onto the Rosemary's Baby template. Then hire a fabulous actress who acts the hell out of an inexplicable character in a movie so bad she looks bad. Don't feel sorry for her because she helped produce the damn thing. Add a male "lead" so tepid and boring and there you have it--the "Remake" of The BEST Movie EVER MADE that only people who are stupid and have very poor taste would ever enjoy. Okay, maybe also untried twelve year old girls.
DO NOT WATCH THIS "movie."
Just now we watched Disney's Inside Out which was probably brilliant but I refused to cry at the end because I am so very cross and so very, very BOO.
And the sky cleared up which is a good thing but it kept clouding over which sucks ass and there you go there is Rebecca's THOROUGHLY SUCK DAY. Rather, second half of the day SUCK DAY.
My therapist of many years told me that she used to buy cheap white plates and smash them, one right after the other, into the bath tub. I would very much like to smash very white plates into my not-so-white claw-foot tub.
But I have no very white plates. So I will boo hoo myself to bed and hope to sleep dreamless until tomorrow which will surely be a much better second half of day and hopefully entire day than this one.